Gypsy Profile: Josh South

So if you don't know who the dude in the photo above is, then I can't do nothin' fo ya man! Just kiddin', but what I can do is drop some science right quick, it's my good friend and fellow Rosa Park Prowler, Josh South. If you're hip to the shredstick world then you know my homie J. South has got the goods on the Slap Site on the "ON-line." Now I don't exacty know what his official Job Description is or what exactly his Job title entails(as it goes on the Slap Blog,Josh is a "Web monkey, pixel pusher, code slanger."), but what I do know is that J. South is straight killing the blog game! Dude's rifiling out articles left and right about shredding and all that eye candy you little turds wanna look at. If there's a shredfest event going on or fun to be had, J. South is there...you bet your Gypsy ass, he is! Just direct your eyes to the photo below to see what kind of an animal J. South is:
In short, I'd just like to say Josh is a rad dude who is always down to shred the park, play a game of s.k.a.t.e., stack footy, drink some man sodas and enjoy the scenery. I failed to find any shred footy of the Gypsy, but here's a link to his illin' blog over at Slap, do yoself a favor and peep it son, there's even an article of Rosa Park in there somewhere, but you gotta scroll down a bit suckafish:

http://www.slapmagazine.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=blogcategory&id=54&Itemid=92

You know your an alcoholic when...

your mom sends you a email about your liver....

hey at least she cares right...

Gypsy Pie...mmm 'Zza!

Not much to say, I'm baked, and hungry. Enjoy.

Artfag Juncture: Nikon

"Believe it or not, I can actually draw." -Jean Michel Basquiat

My buddy Quang is a camera enthusiast who loves to take photos with his Nikon SLR. So it was decided that Ninja and I would print a vintage Nikon camera onto a shirt for his birthday. After I made the shirt, I was stunned to see how illin' the shirt had turned out; I wanted it for my damn self. But, no, instead I grabbed the original stencil, drew it out in my blackbook and got to sketching with a handy Bic ball point pen. After I had drawn the image of the Nikon, these words came to mind, "Moments forever frozen in time." Now get keyed and DRAW something!

Gypsy Chips

Your at your homies house you've drank about a 12 pack, smoked a bush of Mary Jane's leaves and your hungry as fuck. There is nothing to eat in the house unless you want to cook up some shit. But who wants to cook when there knee deep into a 30 pack, you just want a quick snack so you can get back to boozin'. Some chips, crackers, a fuckin' piece of cheese... anything. Luckily there is one thing that your going to find in about 90% of homes... good ol' TopRamen. Usually in some cutty kitchen cabinet cause no one really wants to eat it unless they have to. But nothing makes a lazy drunk gypsy happier than finding a treasure chest of Gypsy chips. and if your lucky it might soak up some of the liquor and curb those drunk'n thoughts of "Im gunna' break this bottle over the bouncers face!" or "lets get naked and streak through the 440." but then again Gypsy Chips don't come with a guarantee.

Gypsy Chip's

1. Don't get a pot

2. Don't boil water

3. Crush those chips up

4. Pop that bag right open

5. Add the waaaaay to salty flavoring

6. Shake em' up

7. Enjoy your Gypsy Chip's then get back to boozin'

For Baby Bri

This morning I had watched one of the most chilling news feeds ever. A video that a friend of mine had posted up; it was a video about a 6 month old baby girl by the name of Brianna. She had been savagely BEATEN and RAPED by her own MOTHER, FATHER and UNCLE. What these sick, sadistic, poor excuses for human beings did to this defenseless newly born is pure EVIL. It was one of those videos I wish I hadn't watched, but am glad I did (although I could not finish it.) It struck a chord with me being that I absolutely do not TOLERATE any kind of abuse or battery done unto CHILDREN. It makes me sick to my damn stomach to even think there are lowlife freaks out there doing this! After I had seen enough I felt I had to tell someone, even though I told Kev and Philbo that I didn't want to talk about it. They had notice the shock in my eyes, I was completely and utterly stunned! So I felt obligated to share Baby Bri's malicious story with them, you can imagine what they thought as well. FUCKED UP! I even mentioned to Kevin that I have never been or even thought of going to a public execution, but I'd buy a plane ticket to New Mexico to witness and know that these MONSTERS are lethally injected and buried 6 feet deep in a pile of dirt. I could not, for the life of me get this little Angel's image out of my head, it really got to me. So I drew this and wrote out what I thought needed to be said. As reads: "Your horrific story touched my life, Unfortunately you lived a life so TRIFE. So sorry you were doomed since birth, These SINNERS never knew what your life was worth. Makes me SICK to my stomach that those fuckers knew, But didn't care enough to LOVE and Protect you! I wish I could have met you, Bri! Thank you LORD for setting Bri FREE! BURN IN HELL, you shouldn't have HAD HER! I CRINGED to see photos of Bri BRUISED and BATTERED! All this CHILD ABUSE really needs to STOP! If you SEE A KID GETTING HIT, CALL THE FUCKING COPS, Because behavior like this, I just can't tolerate, Enough of the VIOLENCE, Let us CEASE THE HATE! PLEASE!" When I got home today I needed to vent my frustrations so I figured I'd let all you Gypsy Deciples know about this tragic story and know just how I feel about the low down, dirty, filth that ended this precious BABY GIRL's short life. I did not want to upload the video on here because I did not want to see it again. But I will leave you with this eerie blog entry I found when I googled Baby Brianna. It reads:"Baby Brianna is the story of one of the worst cases of child abuse in New Mexico history. She was 6 months old when she died by the hands of her own family. In fact, the photo of her above is a photo that was photoshopped to erase all the bruises and bite marks on her face. Authorities were unable to find any photos of Brianna alive, happy, or smiling. This is how the community wanted to remember her... as though she were asleep."

Artfag Juncture:Saatchi & Saatchi, Sweet, Reclusive Genius.

Last night was kinda wack, aside from getting drunk at the bowling alley, it was tough just not to fucking punch some shidiots in their goddamn jeans! Hardly slept, if I even slept at all. I was getting dangerously close to kicking fuckers to the curb for doing naughty naughty....I was expecting to wake up to a room full of fucking rabbits. I woke up in a horrid mood until I took a much needed deucer in my personal library (aka pooper, Naked Gypsy's Throne)and picked up an article of Forbes magazine to read. I stumbled upon a rad article about Charles Saatchi, which I couldn't believe was actually printed despite Mr. Saatchi's reclusiveness and the dude is downright OUTRAGEOUS! He was a big time partner in Saatchi & Saatchi, which in its day was the largest Ad Agency, that he built strong along with his brother Maurice. Baghdad-Born and of Iraqi-Jewish descent, Charles thrived in the Ad world, banging out catchy lines for Smoking and Health campaigns but the company started to dwindle in the late 80's into the early 90's. After Saatchi & Saatchi fell through, Maurice started M&C Saatchi, a smaller agency which "Charles was only involved with in name only." Charles then turned to art being noted as to say, "I buy art that I like...I buy it to show it it off in exhibitions. Then, if I feel like it, I sell it and buy more art." He buys anything and everything he likes; some of his collection includes Damien Hirst's Shark in a tank of fermaldehyde and Marc Quinn's sculpted head filled with 9 pint's of Marc's blood, how fucking rad is that shit!? It's just plain OUTRAGEOUS! I hope one day to achieve as much accalim as Charles, but I highly doubt I will.
Dude is a true Art Collector and enthusiast and is truly a lyrical genius. I leave you with my favourite quote or line from an ad: "You can't wash your lungs clean." It's from an Antismoking Ad campaign for I believe, Silk Cut Cigarettes.

TWOthousand&10 MUFUCKAS!

So I lost my voice las night, no surprise, just thought I'd let you in a on a little secret, just in case you get a mysterious phone call and think to yourself, "Who the frig is this old had with calling me with emphysema!?!?! I mean it's not like I had it back anyway. I friggen' lost it, searched incessantly for it, but no bueno...pinche way, ay way! But I'm bout to start ragin' here soon so get up off yo sweet ass and rendezvous witha mufucka. Peace in the MidEast!