A Call To Arms: EB Stand Up

Alright folks, this one is going out to our local readers. Also known as all of our readers but that is neither here nor there. Where have I been this week? I've been thinking and drinking. A realization hit me like a ton of bricks, or a galvatron, last night. I was well behaved for the duration of Benner's birthday at Barretts. Well I was well behaved until the very end. A switch flipped on the way out. I got a little loud and put down some serious Charlie Daniels crotch chops on that place. Then it happened. "GROW UP" a patron yelled. So that was the realization? Yes. The realization is that growing up is the exact opposite theme I want this summer to represent. We need to be Toys R Us kids if you will. And Im going to explain why.

That biological clock is ticking my friends. Sure, some of you readers are younger than me and my last couple months of my 23rd year. But if you aren't there yet, you will be shortly. And its a strange age these days. A lot of us are lost in transition. Graduating college in a tough economy and getting pushed out the door without a GPS for our life. So what is the solution? The solution is to not let it get the best of you. Don't stress out and feel like you are too old for school but not yet ready for the real world. The truth is you are young enough to blend in at those parties with cute college girls and old enough to throw on some khakis and fit in with the young professionals at the bar/club/tavern of your choice. Find some comfort in that fact.

Four summers ago I was 19 years old, full of youth and vigor. We were all in the Springtime of our college experience. Like Bill Shakespeare once said, April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. And if quoting Shakespeare in a blog where we support Suck It seems contradictory and preachy/pretentious to you, well it probably is, but go fuck yourself. Let me get back to the point. I ran into Retta's webshots for that summer (thats pt 2) today and it was very nostalgic. Hairlines werent creeping yet, and it was an era that hadn't developed any nasty habits.

This is what Im asking from you. Lets work hard and play hard this Summer. Make it a throwback. Lets embrace our youth and not fear being obnoxious. Do whatever you have to do to keep grinding and then let loose when the time is right. Track down the blogfathers and unleash some crotch chops and be the best kiiiid. Call people Bro and love life. Don't listen to the people who are too old for it. Because ultimately we are still kids, check the URL, and we aren't trying to grow up yet.

-Wolfie

Strong Suggestion: Go through Retta's Webshots pictures and read the captions. They are absolute money. And if you can't get enough of those, check out my old album. Links below....

Retta's Webshots
Wolfie's Vintage Webshots

Few Samples....



Sev was sorry for partyin. What a legend.



Retta disappears downstairs in the middle of a party at Williams house and shaves himself a mustache. His caption to the picture reads "Dog curled up next to me, took a pic with my stache and that labby lab"



Gambee top left smoking an invizzy cigarette, face hacked up from taking a faceplant on cement, still mackin on some supermodels.