Haha. Yeah, I was hoping you'd see this! Didn't Amanda knock some dude off his bike with one of those? All the coffee shops with outdoor seating were prime targets. People in Mall/Movie parking lots, runners, anybody wearing leather. I miss those days.Going to florists to buy big clay flower pots for the sole purpose of smashing them on the ground.Remember when you hit that lady in the convertible with a head of lettuce? Wait, that was only a couple years ago.
That sandwich looks filling.
anyone remember the "no fitty" break yo neck game?if you looked at someone else's hand with a circle shape they get to call "no fitty" and they got to rub the skin off of your neck.shit sucked, but in junior high it was the game that everyone had no choice but to play. Huh. We did play a schoolwide version of that game in seventh grade, but we had slightly different rules:1. The punishment was a punch on the arm/shoulder a la Punch Buggy (remember that?)2. The thumb-and-forefinger circle had to be held below the waist--it was way too easy to just hold it up in front of somebody's face and get in a free punch3. If you managed to stick your finger into the thumb-and-forefinger circle (AYO!), then you got to give the other person three punchesThat game got way out of control. We would be in science class fucking with Bunsen burners and chemical reactions and whatnot, and fools would be beating the hell out of each other.
anyone remember the "no fitty" break yo neck game?if you looked at someone else's hand with a circle shape they get to call "no fitty" and they got to rub the skin off of your neck.shit sucked, but in junior high it was the game that everyone had no choice but to play.
YA'LL MUFUCKAZ ARE OLD
when skaters were wearing big fun pants (huge purple blind jeans cut 6 inches too short) but then ravers started wearing them and it turned out they were gay too
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Yo,I forgot about:-Finding piles of old, discarded nudey mags (and being mesmerized by them) when riding bikes through the woods as kids.A group of us boys would look through them (puzzled) for hours.
-The Von Erich family on Midsouth Wrestling.I remember them. But yo, what about the Fabulous Rougeau Brothers? I thought the militant French Canadian bit was hilarious. But on the real, there never will be a greater heel than The Million Dollar Man Ted Dibiase. Remember that shit when he told the kid he'd give him $500 if he could bounce a ball 50 times, then kicked the ball away from the kid on the 49th bounce? CLASSIC!Props to Boobby Heenan for providing me with a quote I have repurposed a bazillion times in my life: "It'll take a great man to beat Tito Santana...but it won't take him long."
-The Von Erich family on Midsouth Wrestling.
Knocking on friends doors trying to start-up a sandlot football, basketball, or baseball game.
STARTER JACKETS: I didn't see anyone say this. One of my fondest childhood memories was going with my rich ass grandparents to Paragon up by Union Square to cop starter jackets. Remember when dudes used to get rushed for this shit? I'm not even talking just about in the city. I remember someone trying to take me off for my 3/4 length Knicks coat at the Quakerbridge Mall (Real Central Jersey Headz Know tha deal). BONUS POINTS: Triple fat goose worn inside out to show the goose pattern on the lining. Keeping tags on your starter hats. When the wool starter baseball caps with script lettering and the leather back strap came out it was just too much temptation for my 7th grade class and a boosting craze began...
HOT 97 WAS A DAMN FREESTYLE STATION: and the Ricans and Italians that I knew didn't listen to rap music. Especially the girls.
DISCOVERING NY/NJ MIXSHOW RADIO: Probably the single most influential medium in my development as a music fan. Red Alert was the king, but also Stretch Armstrong, the show with GMan on WPRB in Princeton, The "Operating Room" with Dr. Dre from "YO" and Silver D, Chuck Chillout, Marley and Pete Rock and KDef, BLS "Thunderstorms", Wildman Steve and Riz out in LI (didn't Wildman Steve dissappear?). Bonus Points: Rude Bwoy David Levey "ROCKIN YOU ROCKIN YOU ROCKIN YOU", Jeff Fox "The FOx Who Rocks the Box", Prince Messiah (R.I.P.), The Hipanic Causing Panic...
Yo,I forgot about:-Finding piles of old, discarded nudey mags (and being mesmerized by them) when riding bikes through the woods as kids.A group of us boys would look through them (puzzled) for hours. why did this happen to everyone?we didn't even find them in the woods, just in some scrub bushes in the yard behind my school...what's the theory on this?b/c when i was old enough to buy pornos, i didn't walk around tossing them into bushes...
OLDENSTYLE SNEAKER STORES: Kicks in the shrinkwrap. Colors showing up at one store for a couple weeks and disappearing. Nike used to use better materials. Haggling ang checking out the two-for-ones. Asking the manager if he had copies of the Nike catalog and lusting after some shit in there. No internet. No 500 douchebags in ugly overpriced sneakers camped outside a store run by other douchebags in ugly sneakers, waiting overnight to buy some ugly sneakers. When JakeWizzle was out here I took him to one of the last strips in this city (I'm not gonna blow the spot, but bet Batmon knows the deal) where shit still goes down in a fairly old fashioned way and we got BUSY and left with bags and bags of crazed shit (including white max classics with neon orange swoosh and gumsoles that you aint NEVER gonna see). People on here tried to clown me for talking about doing the sneaker game hard the way people dig for records, but that's just because they're too toy to know better (Hi Mike SeaversNIKES you little twat). Shit is all about basements and backstock, out of the way locations and having good enough spit game to get these dudes to bring you stuff that's not on the floor. Bonus points: Spot Bilt shoes, all the white kids going on a Diadora craze (I never got down), Lottos with the good leather, the first Nike Escape line (where they put good suedes and that black and red tag on popular shoes- Force IIIs, Windrunners, and a Lava High- got the windrunners and they're my prize possesion).
- Devil Jeans: The ghetto's answer to designer joints. These were actually pretty badass!
Spot Bilt shoes
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also....malibu grand prix/the castle (by the coliseum)
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