Yeeee-haaaa shouts the peeee-taahhh
gots dem t shirts in my bag,
haha woke up in the mornin and found a note from the post Herr Ness por favor pueden venir al olficina para recojer un pakete de Londres
I wish it said this and now me be representin,
like straight outta St Quentin
hahahahaaaa these are good days for your freund the P
operatin internationally
I think i gots the work thing in check now
Production Comp CAIMAN will write me a cheque, ..how?
cause i been fresh editing some shit
and there was no doubt to it.
Plus i gots the classicly timed news
that i wont be singin the homeless blues
cause i can stay in my casa as long as i decide
to and both news in one day is something i say "alright!"
to then next morning, which is today
a monkeypacket is blowing me fresh away
with the first fruits of the 243 spirit
so fat that even here kids will hear-it
or see it and feel it when P starts to wheel it
I am having saudades for my crew
and want to come to where the sky aint blue...
and whats that photo in the pack ..
it says Hess mob, but if i aint thinkin whack
i would have thought its the monkeycage deluxe
where weØll be rockin hard and not put it on wax
coz it gots to stay life and fresh
i think i am talking thrash
but the rhyme rules once more
and sense is a whore
so dont be a bore
and talk shit like hardcore
I miss you all my freunds a lot
despite smoking freshly harvested pot!
there is so much 243ness
that needs to go down in the Sunny B
like makin a movie
and gettin all groovie
on the mic-rophone... ahhh
I cant rhyme no more....
man Dave you rocked my world today, thanks for the pack yaw!
Like I am saying, it all looks like i am gonna stick around a lickl while, editing and all, hahahaaaaaa, ye me like dat.
So if that shit worx, then there goes the last argument against moving here down the gutter
and yous gots ta be a nutter,
if ya dangs that we cant make the villa 24three
AQUI!
Man i be gettin well excited about this prospect of life in the sun.
Anyway, in the mean time: I am pretty sure that its all fine now for people to come down here and stay in my house rather than in hotels and shit,
so yall better be scannin those flight offas,
and then pack your koffas.
And leave dem gals at home, I got some fresh ones hereô.
J Ach man. Thanks for the pack, ..
jhei and what the hell, our page is trapped in a cage? Warte mal lukas bis ende naechster woche, dann habe ich den skatestuff fertig!
And Dave, can you mail me the skull as file? Hahahaaaaaaa me go and clean the cafí now, coz de boss is comin. Our time soon comeô. Hey, give it a thought moving down here you beloved punks.

Peace. P

Report from the front lineô. its raining here. i'm jetlagged. but there's enough sun in me for days to come .. i'm a summer son. and what the hell do i do in this country anyway. but hey. i can travel and see and feel and so many stories and so many windows i opened on my way to the west.

white trash small towns. Cali dream clean boring suburbs stoned and sun and everyone were nice and i was cruising and had a great time made friends and tricks and represented 243 to the fucking extreme and that shit is known in many new places yo.

got lost in desert valley looking for fullpipes and Salba whom i never found and i had no socks only old pair of Vans and bruises.

SF i didn't dig so much cause i was culture shocked europe monkey but i tuned in in Santa Cruz on my birthday .
On my birthday i touched the pacific for the first time and met a guy called Lee who worked for Consolidated and we were on the same wavelenght straight away i dug his modest pure smile and every time i think of sunshine i think of our drive down to LA and in that Hollywood babylon i had tremendous time driving around in the city of masks and dolls and dreams and lies and weird lives and Afroman ramp in their garden and learned fakie fs nosegrinds to fakie in no time and my life was good and that day was a full 10 grade day when you are happy and relaxed and you smile and you make friends and in the end of the day you get drunk and stoned and play pool and every fool is your homie and your tool is your flow and everywhere you go its nice and good and you feel good and loved and you love everything and everyone that has let you to this high state of general love towards all little pieces in this universe including dirt and pain and insane so my name was s.a. and the next day at seven i was hung over and drove down to Huntingon Beach babylon and/but again i had an amazing day that ended in Venice Beach where i almost collapsed cause me forgot to eat cause i was so excited and the sunrise was pink and the spots are so smooth.

i met a b-class actor, Jamie, who loved himself so much that i started to love him cause he got enough love for two from his love for himself, and his girlfriend was a friend of mine soon as we talked about life and doom and danced and the drinks in that club were strong and burritos, too many burritos i ate.

i got busted in SF whilst downhilling Haight St big time i drank a lot of wine but more beer and beautiful Cali weed knocked me down more than once.

at some point i ran out of money and on the last morning i overslept and almost fucked up, couldn't take road 1 but instead cruised the last 230 miles to SF on 101 to catch the plane and got drunk on the plane and watched the sun blinking in red horizon for hours and hours and almost cried cause i was so happy about pretty much everything and i was thinking of my sweet girl whom i'm crazy about.

i'm gonna put one of those cds on now and start to write my story and the glory of the last ten days and the ways that the days went - well - and what the hell ...

i feel so good and so happy. lots of love to everyone. today i have enough of that beautiful shit to share. like an ugly power station on h-beach i bleach my hands and understand.

my friends i love you all and i share my smile .. for without you sisters and brothers a life wouldn't be worthwhile.

Thanks: Dave for help, and t-shirts. Dave/Lucas for stickers and doodle Dangs. your shit was represented to the highest dedication and dudes like Kevin Ancell have it in their loo.
DLX shop (Tommy G's shop in SF) have stickies and Dangs around and they want more and Afroman in LA and H-beach is tagged with stickers and the word has been spread and everyone was stoked and Consolidated headquarters have some, as does VSW (Vision) ..

Vision: i have to contact Bill Pappas whom i met and explained our situation, about pressing boards for us. i also met Tas Pappas and i'm "kinda hooked up to vsw" and if i would have bigger mouth and no modesty i might be all sponsored boy but i must tell you all that this 243 thing makes me motivated and happy and i'm so thankful for that shit and i don't need to go around to show off instead i can chill out. west coast was stoked about old school pressure flips (on a good day variations include pressure flip bodyvarial bs reverts).

what a big mouth muthafucka i am now .. somehow i have to share.. damn. i'm hungry. i'll probably never get any tricks after opening my mouth. lets go to skate that ramp in Bexley Heath on Wednesday. i think i got some water on my knee. and heard Lucas has a full beef-ee. thank you all. have a beautiful week. may the gods bless your flow. all smiles all happy.

s-man.