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Monday, September 13, 2010

AudioPhyre x KnuckleDusters.

DJ AudioPhyre came over today for a little mixing session. It was pretty kick back. Ran Serato on CDJs; obscure, haha.


We ain't into laptops much.




- Santos Brothers

Make lemonade.

Hey guys I've been making lemonade lately. Just thought I'd let you know.






- Kelvin G. Santos

Friday, September 10, 2010

Domestic Rice.







This would not even pass in the 90's.



- Warren "slap-me-in-the-face-if-my-cougar-ever-remotely-looks-like-this" Santos

Monday, September 6, 2010

Lamer.

The last Strawberry Sundays was nothing like how it was advertised on the flyers. There was no battle, no foam, and a few DJs showed up. Some of the DJs that did were rejected bacause they were not allowed to plug their equipment in. But whatever, I just have to admit that it was a huge disappointment as far as the arrangement. But the venue was remarkable. Good stuff, bomb ladies; they were just stuck up. We were at least able to befriend Kidsplay.



Johnny's new whip.



Carbon Fiber Ducksauce.


LS Mesh rims.




Lowkey, I think he loves his daily.




Preparing to fail.




Dirty, Curly, and 4N Warren.





Fresh line.




Dopest toilets.




Ferney.




DJ Pills.




I like that crowd.




At least the people had a good time.






Check out KidsPlay:










- Santos Brothers

Family, Friends, FIesta.

On Saturday I had to go to a family and friends fiesta thing. There was soooo much food! I was able to spend time and hang out with relatives. Warren was at work the whole day so he was only able to come during the last hour.









Sickest bench.


Graff DOES get you places.


Trubbz.


Jeng Jeng.


I was thinking the exact same thing.


The way the cookie crumbles.


DomiJengo.




"Is he black?".


Some homies from back in the day.


And that's all she wrote.
- Kelvin G. Santos

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Friday Circle.

It was Friday, so we had to do something. Warren and I met up with Ceez and Drewskies to go hang out, eat, and then later on go to Turnbull Canyon for some Touge. We saw some gnarly stuff out there man. But overall, clean Friday.

Green Lemonade.


In-N-Out.


Sweetest.



Victor Vanboy came along too.


The homie Tim took me in his sick Teggy for a quick
canyon run when we came across this horrible sight.

Dunzo.


I think the canyons won that race.


We finally decided to dip home. After all, the fire department and police department were already storming in on the accident, so we didn't want to stay too long. Pretty intense night. Props and thanks Teggy Tim.
- Kelvin G. Santos

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Battle of The Century.

Wow dude.


- Santos Brothers

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Judson and Mary.

Hello there. I'm not sure if you remember, but on one of our older posts entiltled "Factory Fridays", we came accross a perplexing van with paint all over. At first I was confused, but I just found out today that Judson and Mary are a band, and they make some awesome music! I hope you guys check them out and support them! Their music MySpace link is located bellow.



- Santos Brothers

Monday, August 30, 2010

Senior Sunrise.

So first day of school today, and it's Hawaiian dress up day and Senior Sunrise. Nick Zavala is not a senior, but he's my really good friend, so he went too. His mother was kind enough to give us a ride to school at 5:20am. So we stayed for the sunrise and went on with our first day. Amazing.
Oh, and some fitting music:



5:30 in the fudging morning.


My life line.


Patrick was just cruisn' on by all morning.


Nick, the "pro skater model".



Firme Coyote Pride, doggy.



Bosses.


Who?

Oh wow lol.

Ora Monse.


Teresa!! :)

Here she comes..






Beautiful...


I almost cried when I saw this photograph...





Drunkenstein, munchin'.






Harm, butters.


McChippers.




Ladies.


Nicholas, being artsy.


When you see it...






Freshest.








New principal: Mr. Whodafackisyoo.


Marvelous.

Lowkey: Jesse's a freak.


Linguini.

.غاي


Nick M.'s parking spot.


Dippin' home after lunch, yesss.



- Kelvin G. Santos