Mean Dream Awakening

Ladies and Gentlemen and Low Lifes,

I had a mean dream. It's 3:30 am and it spawned me to wake up and run straight to my computer and write, because it is the fastest and most direct way to capture what is going on in my head- faster than drawing or painting it, or making a movie for that matter.

I had a dream that I was walking with some friends in the rain to a hybrid of Yankee and Mets stadium for a concert in the rain (concerts never or hardly ever happen there). It was to be an insane event with all my favorite friends. peers and role models in New York City attending. As I pulled up to the event I began seeing Vandal Squad and random police officers handcuffing dudes amongst the crowds around the food fender booths. They were then wrapped up in a cloudy white heavy duty 10ml plastic tarp, like a burrito with their heads sticking out to allow for breathing. Anyone captured would be stacked up in groups of 3 or 4 near the road, ready to be thrown into an incinerator. 

In the wrapped up stacks I immediately began recognizing friends I knew. The first one was Bob Puloeo and  two other skaters from Brooklyn.  

As I scan the stacks of dudes wrapped up. I notice another friend.  Its my friend Charlie Buttelry, creator of Nimbus Skates. I ask one of the my skater friends wrapped up next to Bob Puleo and ask, "What's up Bro? What's going on here?"

Skater - "They got us all! And they're gettin' ready to burn us." "They got Bob!" 

They got UFO too! Look what they did to him!" as he pointed to one of the wraps. 

Inside the plastic wrap was a pureed white like sauce spread between a hero- life size piece of french bread. UFO was my longest lasting friend in my life." I met him when I was 5 years old. At first I thought I could save some of my friends, but when I saw UFO pureed into a sauce, there was nothing I could do to bring him back! It spawned me to wake up and express myself without holding back - to express myself for my friends. I'm glad it was just a dream.

FIRST FAMILY SUNDAY SURF

Hayden putting sunscreen on all by himself for the first time,

on the way to the beach to paddle out to his home surf break 

together with Mom and Dad also for the first time.

Note the radical spandex board shorts made by Marisa Mom. 

Aloha family, friends, surf and life lovers.

Today was a special day. There were radical waves on the North shore, but we chose to stay on the South shore where the waves were smaller so we could all paddle out as a family.

For the first time in our life, Marisa, Hayden, and I  surfed together - everyone on their own surfboard. It was one of my dreams achieved- to surf with my wife and son. In the nine years we've been on the island, my wife Marisa has never paddled out to our home break (it being a little advanced). Hayden hadn't paddle out until now because he was a little to young and not able to swim. But now being five years old and able to swim short distances, I felt he was ready.

Our home break is the wave that breaks in front of the beach park where Marisa and I got married. So for all of us to paddle out together for the first time was a milestone. 

We made it about 100 yards out to the area where your ride normally ends if you were to drop in from the point. Hayden was generally stoked the whole way out, expressing only a little fear briefly. Marisa pointed out the awesome view of Diamond Head.

There was still a little south swell coming in and the waves were bigger than I expected so I pushed Hayden into the first wave that came our way and he took off. He appeared 25 yards towards shore with a big scream and smile on his face. Marisa and I caught the next wave chasing him. Having surfed there easily over a hundred times, I knew exactly how the waves break, and where not to paddle allowing us to have the safest experience possible.

Marisa was stoked too. She said she wants to surf together every Sunday Morning. I pray that we can make this happen for as they say out here, "A family that surfs together, stays together".

I have no photos of this memorable moment except for this sequence of Hayden putting sunscreen on all by himself on the ride to the beach. This is pretty much another milestone on the same day.

This ends my Family Sunday Surf Update.

SKATE TO SURF BY HAYDEN

Skate to Surf

Sidewalk Chalk Art Installation

I came home from work to find that my son did an art project on our apartment complex with the sidewalk chalk. I imagine the little dude focusing.

Tuesday SURF, ART and BBQ

After Tuesday's daily grind

I got a call from Big Braddah Luke with the Surf Report.

"Diamond Head is head high and clean"

It was 4:00 and he said he would be in the water by 4:30, 4:45.

I said, "I have to pick up Hayden from school. See you in the water by 5. I'll be on the inside with Hayden." So I hustle and strap the longboard to the roof of the station wagon, and pack charcoal, lighter fluid, grill, and a cooler with some hot dogs, ketchup, mustard, bread and water, and choclate chip cookies into the trunk, for a sunset BBQ after surf. I bolted to pick up Hayden at 4:50. 

The car was on Empty and Hayden insisted we get gas so we don't have to tow the car. I said your right. After getting gas, we park, put our board shorts on, walk down the east cliff (Hayden lead the way all by himself) and we make it to the bottom and he tells me he has to pooh. So we make it to the bottom and walk up a steep crevice 25 yards up so Hayden can do the do behind a rock. I wash his but in the ocean, put his life vest on and we paddled out by 5:30 with plenty of sun still left. 

We paddle to the small inside section and catch our first wave body board style. We see Uncle Luke out in the normal Cliffs line up. Head high sets are coming in clean. We catch another wave, then another which we stand up on. That was our first time we ever stood up on a wave together. Then I ask Hayden if he wants to go paddle out to Uncle Luke, and he says "Let's do it! I'm not afraid." 

Hayden was stoked. We paddle to the far left of Cliffs and I say, " let's watch this set come in, it's always good to know where the waves are breaking and who's on it. The line up is kind of packed and zoo like. The set subsides and we paddle to Luke and give hi fives with one eye to the horizon for unexpected sets.  I knew if an outside set would come, we'd have to catch it. Paddling around it was not an option with the crowd. 

Luke notes a outside set coming. I look inside and give the "telepathic nod and eye that my son and I are coming through so please clear the way" and the crowd parted. We let the first one pass. The next coming was unavoidable so I say heads up everybody! Hayden we're on this. Get ready. I check the wave and paddle in to make sure we catch the wave after it breaks behind us. The foam was plenty big enough. And dropping in on it would have been way too risky. We catch the wave and make the foam impact and are flying down the wave on our bellies. I move way back on the board as to not nose dive the board. Half way through the ride, it smoothens out, and I say Hay lets get up. He says OK and we both get up and ride together for the first time on a legit wave at Diamond Head.

 It seemed like forever. We rode the wave over 60 yards and almost all the way to shore. It was the best wave of the set, and the first time I ever took Hayden out to the line up at Diamond Head. One of the most memorable waves of my life today. I'm so proud. 

Then we showered up, walked up to the car, took our time getting dressed to some KTUH tunes (hatch back open enjoying the view of the waves from cliffs edge), drove to Lukes to tell him we were BBQin' at Kaimana (He lives a few hundred yards from the break).

We rendevous at the Kaimana Beach Park, fire up the grill while Hayden draws pictures. Uncle Luke came with a six pack of beers. Attached are Hayden's drawing and words we wrote together. We left the beach park at 9:20. Possibly the best Tuesday of my life. 

HAYDEN'S DRAWING S FROM AFTER HE CAUGHT HIS FIRST EPIC WAVE AND STOOD UP WITH DAD. 

(I took the honor of coloring them in.)

Signing off, 

Manny Aloha

Star Man with Wave Eyes
(Possible Self Portrait)

Wave

Words from Hayden written by me
DAD! How do you write,
 "MEET LUKE. HE'S THE BEST. HE LOVES TO SKATE. HE CAN JUMP HIGH!
HE ALSO LOVES TO SURF! ME AND MANNY WITH LUKE!
Dad! write , "HAYDEN'S A NUT CASE!"

On Hats and skateboarding

Skateboarding without a mesh trucker cap is like doing a kabuki theater performance without a mask.
I was at the skate park today and didn't have any of my usual attire. My skating suffered.

Kind of like playing football without a helmet.

RIP BUTTONS KALUHIOKALANI

A few weeks ago my favorite surfer of all time passed.
Today I postponed a camping trip to paddle out with over a hundred of his friends and family.
I paddled out on my twin fin and my wife on the long board with our son.
It was a beautiful experience.
In the process we got to meet a lot of kind people, like Kiki, Christian Hosoi's cousin, and Mark Liddell. It was my first funeral/paddle out.
If I die, I want my ashes to go dumped at my home break Suicides right by Graveyards on the South Shore of  Oahu, and for all my friends and family barbecue and surf all day. Hopefully there'll be waves. It is also my goal to give back to the community with my art. My representations of the how the ocean makes me feel.
So glad I went.
RIP BUTTONS!!!
Thank you for showing so many people the way on how to get so stoked, including myself.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJlv1H3irwU
http://vimeo.com/78432451

My First Big Wave Experience.

I'm not sure if I'm exaggerating, but today I paddled out to waves the size of two story houses, apparently smaller than yesterday when we lost a brother. RIP.

It was 10-12 ft Hawaiian scale waves, or 20-25 ft faces. Thanks to my friend Alex for lending me the appropriate gear. 8'6" (probably a little under gunned, it didn't look as big from shore),
and a floatation vest. I am yet to ask him what size he claims it was. For all I know I'm exaggerating.
All I know they were the largest waves I've ever paddled out to.

I had the opportunity to make a couple, but this one uncle kept taking my thunder, and blowing it. I gladly gave them up. I believed I could make it, and when the wave came to me that I thought I would catch, I'd say to myself "I"m gonna get this BITCH" But maybe I should of approached it like, "May I have the Honor?"- Been a little more cordial to the beast.

I almost scraped into an elegant mean one, one of the larger set waves.  Maybe it was better  that I didn't make it. I was at the top of the lip and thought I was in. Alex gave me a tip that I didn't follow, which was to keep paddling down the face of the wave before you drop in. I was at the top of the lip.  I could of sworn I was in. The lip grazed my whole body and board, like a tap to a baby's bottom or a mild slap on the cheek. Then I thought for sure I was going over the falls and was ready for the pounding of my life, but somehow I miraculously slipped out the back.

I was happy enough to see what I saw-
Some BIG ASS MOTHER F$%#IN' WAVES.

It was like some Danny Way Mega Ramp shit but a little scarier because waves move and march towards you, and are in a constant mega morphing form, that you have to decipher and coordinate with.  And if you wipe out hard you can go under where its difficult to find you. The ambulance can't just roll up and scrape you up off the floor. They'd have to risk their own life to find you.

My friend Alex was owning it out there. Handling Solid. He is an ex rugby player and built for taking hard hits. He reminds me of my brother Bob. Dudes with BIG BALLS. I was stoked to see him shine out there. Thanks bro for being my guide.

Easily larger than a one story house. and more like the size of a row of three two story houses rolling your way and looking larger in the distance, but maybe I'm exaggerating. Alex, if your out there,
What do you think?

The site is burnt in my memory- a beautiful nightmare,  probably the most sublime experience I've had yetf to date.

I'm not gonna lie, I didn't make it into one of the large ones. I was thankful to scrape into one about half the size.

I may not ever surf that size ever again. I don't have the total desire. Although it was thrill, I have more fun surfing 4-6 ft Hawaiian, or 10-15ft faces and smaller- Good clean fun.
Better yet, my favorite size is 3-4 ft Hawaiian.

-Manny Aloha signing off.

The gnarliest people I've ever been inspired by continually

Are skaters. 

Collage of Thoughts

Please sit through the monotonous intro to this song, wait for the lyrics to kick in and start reading.

Aloha Party Peoples. I'm truthfully a lost soul but blessed none the less, most of us are. One of the biggest blessings I have beyond my radical family, is my radical friends. I owe it to all of them for showing me the way. I have taken what they have shared with me and become a leader on my good days. A leader of Good times. And a follower of my homies when I need them to lead.

Thank God.

My wife too. She'll lead the way when it comes time to create a routine to brush my boy's teeth every night. And I'll take the lead when it comes time to surf, skate or create.... 

Then sometimes we turn up the music and have a dance party all together.

That's how I met my wife. Her dancing caught my eye.

The other day I was skating home from the skatepark after work and saw some cassette tapes in the trash. I picked up the one that said "Success with Positive Mental Attitude." It talked about how in order to succeed in anything, you need to have self-discipline blah blah... Actually there was some very cool words in that roll of audio tape. But more interesting are the thoughts that arose the early morning after. 

It was 4:30 am and I woke up thinking about how the cool thing about skateboarding, surfing, art, climbing, snowboarding, learning, is that passion can drive self-discipline, so you don't even feel like your disciplining yourself.

When kids ask me, how do you ollie (one of the most basic tricks in skateboarding)? If you really want to learn it, try it a hundred times and then talk to me. If you don't get it then, then try it another hundred times. Heck thats what I did.  If your like me and not my brother Bob who learns physical feats in day, your like most people who try and try again. Once you learn, then you'll learn what it means to be "STOKED"

The cool thing about young passion is that if you are lucky to have a passion for something at a young age and no one to stop you from delving into your passion, you will likely get good it. When you're young, without adult obligations, you have all the time in the world.

If there was one thing I benefitted from when my mother and father divorced, was that during my teen years they were involved raising their newborn children from their new marriages. They let me do as I please and unknowingly developed a practice routine for skateboarding which went as follows, "Dkate every day after school before doing homework. Most kids would probably have those two priorities switched around. Not I. Thank God I had a deep desire to skateboard.. Thank God they instilled in me some good values. 

Thank God. Now that I come to think about it, I was a pretty mean kid. Just ask my friends from my neighborhood on Amundsen Lane. Some how I'd like to think that I turned out to be a respectable and kind human being.

Yeah so the cool thing about passion and self discipline, is that passion can replace self-discipline, or make self discipline a breeze. That was my interesting discovery after listening to that tape I found in the trash.

Unfortunately when I lived in Brooklyn I was passionate about NYC Night Life. I was really good at it. But thankfully I realized that the rock star life style is a dead end street. Thankfully my passion for surfing was greater than my passion to party hard.

I'd rather continue seeing the world.. So here I am on the island of Oahu writing to you and sharing whatever I can scrape from this soul.

Posted below is the final IN4MATION ad that went to print in Flux Magazine Fall 2013 Issue, a Hawaii Arts and Culture Magazine. Stoked on it. 

Time to catch some Zs.

-Manny Aloha

Best Moments of Summer 2013 so far

Picking Mangos with Danny Chambers

Eating the most mangoes I've ever eaten in my entire life

Discovering what the Hawaiian Slang term Choke meant while choking on a mango

Surfed my favorite surf break by myself on a Big Windy Day of Double UPS
I turned into a sea creature.


Wrote an article for NYskateboarding.com about Nimbus Skates.
Interested to see how it comes out.

shooting a skate ad for IN4MATION with John Hook

Basically, I eyed a tree stump hump for like 6 months always imagining to blast an ollie off it.

I did it one day with wifey Marisa watching.

I called my favorite photographer John Hook to find him stoked to take the shot.

we met out there at 8am on Sunday Morning and got the first shot which I pitched to Jun of IN4MATION. He was stoked on it Jun gave me a bunch of shirts and we went back and shot my first skate ad with me in it for first time in all my 32 years of skateboarding.

The other photo is a sneak peak of the ad I have yet to see. 

(I'll post it the day it comes out.)

The only bummer is that I bought the Gonz deck to do the ollie and I was skating in my neighborhood yesterday and cracked it. In all my 30+ years of skateboarding, I have only cracked one deck and that was a Kelly Rosecrans. I am in the process of requesting a replacement from the shop. Wish me luck.
I spent my hard earned cash and paid full price for that deck.

Thats it for now.

-Manny Aloha

Mangoes, Waves and Quality Peoples

Dear friends and family. I've poured a glass of wine at 1am to sit and write some words off the top of my head.

Days have been rad and lovely. Summer in the Northern Hemisphere brings out good feelings- fertility. Summer in Hawaii brings choke mangoes and choke waves on the Southern Shores. In Hawaii, if you didn't guess, choke means a lot. I have been blessed to have neighbors that share their mangoes.  No one family could eat all the mangoes off a bountiful tree. It would make them sick. 

One average size mango tree can supply many mouths with the delicious fruit and if you have a tree and don't share, then that means, a lot of wasted mangoes.

I live on the South Shore. My favorite thing to do these days is surf, and my favorite fruit in the whole world is the mango. So life is good.

But what is more important to most? Making a dollar bill and having high quality things. I do love riding my aunts convertable BMW on Sunset Blvd, but I do also love going for a bike ride with my homeboy Danny and a fruit picker, hunting for mangoes. Or waking up at the crack of dawn to surf a board I made from a broken longboard I found in the trash. 

What I love even more is surfing my home break with a big crowd of people and knowing exactly where to sit in the ocean for the wave to come right to me, and not to them. Knowing what exact board to ride that will best suit the wave condition, and thus provide me with the most fun and intimate  play with my favorite wave. 

I love surfing without my leash and becoming one with my board on a sunny day with glassy crystal clear water. 

I love putting the ocean water in my mouth and squirting it out.

While sitting in a crowd of surfers, I love shooting my board out to the horizon toward the incoming set and swimming under water to my board to emerge and mount my board just in time to catch the wave that comes right to me. Drop in and fly down the line carving with the attitude of Johnny Depp in the Hunter S. Thompson movie Fear and Loathing, Saying "Awhhh YEAH". Then sitting inside waiting for my homey Johnny E. to catch his last wave so we can paddle in and discuss where we want to get a cup of coffee and talk about art and design.

Its 2am and I'm fading. Time to catch some Zs.

-Manny Aloha Signing off.

SKATE ART SHOW! DON'T MISS IT!

Aloha Friends. I am honored to be in this Skate Art Show with some of my favorite artists.
Check it out if you're in Portland or passing through. Should be Straight up Underground as it gets.
July 3, 2012 Don't Miss it!
Grass Hut Art Market
400 NW Couch St
portland oregon 97209

Poem 2004

As the sun rose
Awakening birds chirped.
A young man
gathered all his strength and
showed the cosmos
what he was feeling.
He painted a simple thing
and that simple thing held
the essence of life.

Surf Story "Surf Junk and the Double Up"

I get out of the water, I get back to my truck and I forgot my towel.
But its cool because at least I have a big Thermos filled with hot coffee.
Better than that I just surfed my favorite break by myself.
It was super windy. Rad waves disguised as junk.
But I know my break well, and I know that it can withstand winds
and still hold. And I also never forget the time I surfed Rockaway,
just my friend Colin and I, we had it all too ourselves because the
winds were so gusty it scared all the dawn patrollers away.
We waited two hours, until the wind died. The waves still looked
junky but through the chaos were plenty of rideable morphing but
pealing waves.

This day was similar. Rad waves disguised as junk.

So I get there and there's two guys talkin' and starin' at the spot.
One has a long board. The other a boogie board.
I could hardly say hi because I had limited time before I had to
go to work. The day before there were over head waves, so I knew
there had to be some action.

I get out and there is no one out. Very seldom does this happen.
No one out when I paddle out. No one out when I paddle in.

More importantly than all this, are the magic moments I was yet
to harvest.

Waves were all over the place, disguising the top of the line up.
The usual coordinates didn't seem to line you up to the magic pocket.

So I said to myself, "Sometimes you gotta fuck all coordinates and
hone into the rhythm, essence, storyline, soul, melody of the waves.

If you were to compare this morning's waves to music, they were
very similar to Noise/ the Boredoms which morphed into
My Bloody Valentine, then inside section.

Every kind of wave morphed in and out during this messy hair day,
cornucopia of waves.

The one one that stood out was the infamous "Double up".
Oh how I love the Double up.

My friends used to blurt out "The Double UP!" so often in the past,
but only now do I understand what they actually meant.
It's when two waves are very close together, you catch the first one,
and as you are riding, the second one catches up and they morph together
into a turbo moment.

So the best part is coming.
I catch a wave here. I catch a wave there. But none are connecting the
outside section to the inside section. So I figured I'd try the trusty
old "Line up the chimney with the palm tree indicator".

I paddled to the spot, and sat far out. But bigger sets kept rolling in
forcing me to paddle deeper and deeper out until i was finally at the
"Outside Pocket" A nice size wave came, but behind it was one
a little bigger. I said, "Oooh, OK. Here we go." The first wave came and
three sea gulls or albatrosses flew the face of the wave coming right at
me. They looked me in the eye and said, "Its on Homey!"

The next wave came, It was bigger, and I caught that bad boy,
almost wiped on the take off but recovered to a glue foot stance,
just in time for the inside Double Up.

The sun shined on the blue bubbly face. The mutant wave morphed
into a raging youth beauty of a face with turbo injection.
Tick Tak, to MACH MODE, and race across the face and kick out.

Back to the top for one more. Through the junk, I paddle. A big mama
rolls through and I catch it. A big blob, I ride it on my belly through
some weird flats and pop up for, that's right, you guessed it,
THE INSIDE, DOUBLE UP, TURBO SECTION BABY!
My soul said, "OH GOD! FUCK YEAH!"SOO NICE! SOOO FAST! SO GOOD!"

The moral of the story? If it looks shitty out and 2 dudes are checkin' out
the waves contemplating, TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS. SHUT UP AND SURF.
Become one with the ocean. Watch what the birds do.
Tune in your radar to THE DOUBLE UP.

Sometimes fuck your trusty coordinates. When all else fails, trust your
trusty coordinates, and always keep your eyes on the waves to decipher
and HONE INTO THE POCKET.

-Manny Aloha aka Sir Glidesalot April 29, 2013

Surf Poem

Craving waves
Water on my face
Ultimate connection
Beyond a rat race

Hone into the pocket
Drop in like a rocket

Exhale to the bottom turn
Inhale up and yearn

Slash and burn some speed
Back down for more
Watch a bird soar
Feel my soul roar
Surf I adore.

-Manny Aloha

Biggest Stresses of Living in Hawaii

Do I have ripe apple bananas in the house for my dawn patrol breakfast and some left over for wife and kid.

Do I have coffee for after tomorrow morning's dawn patrol.

Do I have surf wax for tomorrow morning dawn partrol. If so, do I know where it is.

Where to surf in the morning. What board I'm gonna ride.

How to learn more about how people know when there will be waves a week in advance.

How can I make the dopest abstract painting of waves.

Will I ever become the surf poet I dream to be.

Making sure I don't surf too hard this evening so I can surf tomorrow morning when the swell will be peaking.

Which board I should ride tomorrow morning. 

Should I ride my Trusty Twin Fin (Wave Whore)

or try the 6'10" gun previously owned by my friend who surfs big pipe and moved to Kauai.

Looking at all my boards and realizing they are all slowly turning into "Beater Boards" and

How am I going to manage to buy the board I really want that runs about $650-$700

Making sure that I don't surf too hard tomorrow morning so I don't fade during my 12 noon Sales meeting.

How to be self disciplined enough to share waves and be ultimately Zen Surf Master.

How to not to be a surf addict and make time for family so I can be a good husband and father.

How to be cool when surrounded by wave hogs who are not sharing waves.

How to be a surf wizard. (The dude who always finds another section to surf that no one else is surfing and is having the most fun and never says a single word.)

Remembering that I really don't have any serious stresses and not to add on any unnecessary stresses to make me feel like I'm being more accomplished in life.

Remembering to balance out working on art as much if not more than I surf.

Remembering to find time to visit and stay in touch with my homeys and family.

LOKI: AN ELEGANT YET GNARLY SKATE MOMENT

Our friend Justin Pierce had just past. It was a tragic feeling. Shortly after I heard a bunch of bros were going to have a  "Skate for Justin Day" where we would go Uptown to his old neighborhood in Washington Heights to skate and bomb hills in memory of him. And shoot some photos for a Japanese magazine. Harold, Jamie Story, Brian Loki, Giovanni Esteves, myself, Neal, and a bunch of other Supreme heads were there. Loki led the session. This one moment I will never forget.

We went to  Overlook Terrace which is one of fastest hills Uptown. It was night, and dark with the occasional street lamp light. We dropped in and within a few seconds guys started wiping out and taking each other out. I remember dodging bodies trying to keep up with Loki. A slide here, a mega slide there and into full tuck to catch up with Loki. We were flying down the dark straight away. At the bottom is a stop sign. I was right behind Loki and about thirty feet before the intersection he gets super low, bows his head down, as if closing his eyes, spreads his arms out like an eagle and drags his finger tips lightly on the pavement as he blazes past the stop sign. It was one of the most elegant things I have ever seen. For a tough solid dude, it was such a graceful, sincere, yet gnarly maneuver.

The visual is burnt in my memory.

To my Lady Marisa and Homey Loved Ones.

Aloha Lady Love,

Before you went to bed last night you wanted to go out and dance. It was just approaching midnight on a Thursday Night in Honolulu. I said "it's a perfect time, it should be going off ". You came back home  by 2am and said everything was over or closing up every time I walked in the door.

There is a part of my life that I never shared with you that is hard to share. It is my love to dance to House Music.  A good dance club is hard to find, even in the best cities. You always asked me  what House music is and it is tough to find an awesome House Music Track, because usually there is only a short portion of the song which is awesome. And that is why a good DJ is necessary, "TO PLAY THE MOST AWESOME PARTS OF EVERY AWESOME SONG HE/SHE KNOWS" 

I want to dance with you for a few hours until were sweating bullets, not drinking alcohol. Here's a house song with some good parts. Remember you have to play it loud, and shake it like you know how. Be patient through the parts you might not like. 

I love you so much. It aint over til it's over. We have a handful of years to create some good life.

And to all the rest of my Homey Loved ones and myself. No doubt, we gotta keep rockin'. Making the beautiful rad life a reality, especially when the circumstances that you wish to live don't exist yet. 

Make it Happen. Create it. Paint what you like to see. Trend Set Like you know how.