Zack Attack!

Let me begin with saying this has probably been the best Fall we have ever had EVER. So a few of us hit the streets and checked out some spots that we wanted to get to before the snow falls. I didn't get many photos of the action but Zack managed to put down this well above waist high 5050 just before the sun went down. And Nick...well he is just aging like a fine wine.

Capacious, Metaphysically Inclined

Obviously, a healthy chunk of Dude Life occurs in close proximity to the NY Times. Dan likes it for crossword puzzles inside coffee shops WHERE HE GOES TO PULL CHICKS and Ryan likes it for lining his floor, protecting against workbench...oils and like fucking sawdust or pewter runoff or whatever, down there in his basement torture-prison / bike room.

All Anders does is get his filthy ass all up into the nation's paper's 100 Notable Books of 2011, fool! Fourth from the top victory for our man.

Do you have what it takes?

Mark your calanders boys, its gonna be a doozy. If anyone needs a ride my mom is driving the van.

Count 'em

If you see Dave today, don't let him buy you a drink. Instead buy HIM a drink, because its his birthday and he probably bought you one last time anyway.

Packed Saturday II

Thanks Milwaukee.

Small Question: Where?

Happy birthday to the best-reviewed dude around. You’re not just seeds and mindless bugs anymore, Anders. Here's hoping the day's a doozy for you, wherever exactly that may be. Now come the hell back to Chicago.

(Pro tip: Facebook is a great way to make sure you remember all your friends' birthdays!)

Packed Saturday

Two cars, seven dudes, and probably more cameras than we should admit. Two spots, one overrun with debris, the other nestled against a river into which no hands should venture. But gravel was meant to be kicked and who among us would deny the joy of walking the rails? A hell of time, yesterday. Propers to Dan and Ryan for driving.

Gnarly gravel and picturesque blight.

Tromp. Dead body. Did Lard Ass have to pay to get in the contest?

Nate went consecutive back smith then back lip then spent the rest of the time wandering slowly from wall to wall with his hand cupped beneath his chin, judging grafitti.

Nick was tired and texty.

Words to live by re: climbing walls or taking the long route via ladder: "Never listen to the fat kid." Patient fellas footy review.

Tall Down There

Look, dudes. I made a video. Some of you are even in it.

More Spooks

Spook Out.

The boys from Uprise invited us all out to their warehouse for a scary jam this past past weekend. Dave U got real, Justin Nally (who happens to be a part of this crazy clan) hot dogged it everywhere, Ken Keistler slashed shit to pieces, and all of us took a tour of that spooky ass building to end the night. Thanks Uprise, we had a BLAST!

You can see a few more photos Marfa and I shot here, if your really bored. I got bgp in the second photo but something strange happened with my lower half. OHHHHH.

Quoth the Raven...swood.

Nick didn't particularly want to go. Dan was half-voiced, ill. But Ryan said Ravenswood, and this is a man who's suddenly verging on two bills, a man with a truck he neither owns nor fuels from his own wallet. A man Nikeed out, waist to to. So there is no stopping the Ryanoceros. And thus we went in the middle of what's certainly one of Fall's final sun-days (it's Saturday), and the sun did indeed shine, and the Modelos took quickly to their ice, and upon the sewer cap did Tim scrape his tail mightily. Good times, dudes.