nyc diary whatever installment.

i'm burned out today, dudes. people are a messed up lot sometimes, not that i'm any total exception. if it weren't for my pop sending me totally absurd photos of a dachsund statue ala those gnome all over the world commercials, today could have been a write off. thanks dad. yer pretty much the baddest mofo on the planet. totally looking for a beat up basket case triumph or honda, by the way. time to build another bike. soon i'll write my ace hotel review, post the rest of the pics from new york and los angeles, and showcase some sick, sick shit i bought. but seriously i need a fucking real vacation. from life. or at least the bullshit. i dig life, and my garden, dogs, old man, pops, bro and buds... just need some downtime i think.