DUBSTEP BITCHES

and yes its move like jagger dubed

DIRT SQUAD

Das Bike

In past years this was my baby, my life and my dream. It has been to many years sense I have been able to ride all day and enjoy the woods. I always catch myself day dreaming about the rides I have been on. Once back west I'll be going to a shop up in Burlington to have my baby put back together and I'll be off again!

FredNeck

Home sweet home, left Oak-town on Saturday may 28th 2011. Finally I'm back on the east side. Since I've been home so far I have sat around, eat some great food with good family and friends. I've fished and had my boy blue come visit from NC. I've caught up with only a few friends but enjoyed my time home. I've had a total of 20 days off that will last till the 12th of June. I have no plans for being home I've simply just been sitting around enjoying the great weather and a few cold drinks. Cant complain.

Thunder Creek trip

May 25th 2011, me and my dad backpacked up the Thunder Creek trail to Neve camp. The trip was amazing the weather (for WA) was great. We only hiked a few miles but the mountains all around us were snow caped and an amazing back drop for our trip. As we made it into our camp I was able to set my tent up properly for the first time, out of only two trips this new tent has yet to disappoint me or let me down. As always it began to rain, and luckily I had my tarp witch I use under my tent. But I do not need it there so it made a great lean-two and we were able to get a fire going and stay out of the rain. All in all the weather wasn't bad and we had a very stressful trip.

RestForTheWicked

Ain't no such thing as rest for the wicked... or is there?

I'm 22 years old I live in a small town in Washington St. I'm on a rock called Whidbey island, Ive lived in 4 different states in my short life. Ive driven solo across the country, Ive been married and divorced. Ive lost and Ive won, Ive been broken and damned. But every morning I wake up, I'm still breathing I'm still walking. Rest is not a friend of mine, I have many foes and a great group of friends. I have people that only wish hurt and problems for me. I drink, smoke and chew. I'm sometimes classy and sometimes country.

Wicked, that's what id call my time on this earth. I don't spend a minute of my day wishing anything was different. Ill admit I sure wish somethings were different, but still push on. The people I spend my time with are all from different walks of life. Some pure and some pure evil. I hear most people complying about every damn thing. My job sucks, I got no money, I hate my friends, I don't have enough... and so on. Rest for the wicked comes from the impurities and lack of judgment from those around me. I'm wicked, I'm dirty, and i ain't to clean. I rest my head in the serenity of my world, not yours but mine.

I don't mean any of this as a complaint or a shot at anyone person or stereotype. I mean this for my own pleasure and my own wicked thoughts. The wicked will rest when those around us simply fail at there own cost.

oNeLove

with the man i have become,
i am the son of a good man,
the child of a loving family,
i have no one love,
but only one love.


to no man i am the better man, to all men we are one man. to all mankind we are all one family. to live and love to teach and to lean to all. no life is better or less then the other. one love, one heart one people