Presidential Poll ( See top right)

Westside!

I had some cousins in from New York last night. Good people. Well, not my real cousins, as in my mom's brother's loser ass kids but my mom's cousin and her kids. Kinda like the way the Greeks just throw out the word cousin. Los gente bien none-the-less

Anyways, one thing led to another and the J came up. But not my J their J. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J_(New_York_City_Subway_service) I find it odd that none of my fans in New York have brought the NYJ to my attention.

My initial reaction was to defend my ride and claim it as the best J in the land. But there have been way too many preventable murders over the West Coast/East Coast Train Battle.

So I say we lay the tracks down across this great nation and make one awesome J! Maybe even across the world. WAIT... that sounds like some hippy shit. The NYJ is tyrd and is probably still wearing British Knights. What?!

The J knows the rules before he breaks them

The fashion police were not to happy with the J this morning when it rolled on through rocking white footwear. But what I've learned from the J is that it's not only fashionably late but also fashionably dressed.

Purchase Clarification* The J didn't buy these shoes at a Mission thrift store with it's left over money from art school. He bought them in Italy during an International rendezvous last year. This isn't a pair of hipster kicks!