Archive for June, 2010


Posted in The sun rises in the east but they can still set it in the west. on June 12, 2010 by robdc

How to describe Ink-N-Iron… depending on the audience I have described it in a few ways. To the general public it has been “a tattoo convention,” to people who are outwardly not fond of tattoos it has been “a rockabilly show and car expo” while neither of these descriptions is entirely true, neither is false at the same time. The tattoo aspect was certainly the focus of the event with things like this traditional tebori tattooing, waiting around every corner.


Here is the main hall of the Queen Marry, 3 stories of the worlds best tattoo artists gathered in one place. One big happy place where thousands of people can let their freak flag fly high and embrace one aspect of their lives that they have chosen completely for themselves.


With that said, the car expo aspect of this event was not to be trifled with, these people had some serious vehicles and they were proud to show them off. Since I am far from a car expert and car shows kinda’ explain themselves, I’ll not try and comment on these fine autos, rather, I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.

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The other huge aspect about this place, beyond the insanely perfect weather is the ship. Although the Queen Marry is moored to the dock and has been modified to be more hotel/expo center then boat, it’s still a huge old boat that you’re in which is pretty freaking awesome! The thing is mad old looking (the technical term I believe) inside which gives the whole event a very specific feel, exactly what the organizers are going for I’m sure.

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Getting to the upper decks and looking over the grounds made for a great view.

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Although there is plenty more to write and post pictures about I’m dead tired, so this is the end for now.



You two have never been to a party like this

Posted in The sun rises in the east but they can still set it in the west. on June 11, 2010 by robdc

The trip over was fine, a few scotches on the plane and we find ourselves at Long Beach airport. We skip over to Manhattan Beach where Besks abode is. Besk and I have only had a couple of conversations about this visit so the circumstances surrounding the state of where we are supposed to say are a bit hazy.

knock knock, not home, doorbell, nothing… crap. I recalled in a previous phone call that Besk had filled me in on alternative means of egress. I got in the secret agent way very much afraid that I was breaking into a complete strangers apartment, but once I got inside I was absolutely sure I was in the right place. You see, I call Besk Besk because when we met we liked to consider ourselves graffiti artists, well, he was an artist, I was admittedly a vandal. But that explains why when I looked around and saw this:

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I was pretty sure I was in the right place.

We make ourselves at home and Besk shows up a little bit later. He’s not hiding his excitement about what he has planned for us. He refuses to give us details but just keeps repeating “you guys have never been to a party like this.” Which sets the bar pretty high.

We headed into L.A. and walked down the star laden sidewalks, taking pictures of the more awesome ones.


Then we were led past the main like of some busy looking place with trendy people and taken to the back of the building, Besk hugged some unerwear model types who were holding a velvet rope and they acted as if we didn’t exist, content with our proximity to Besk. Once we got in it was more of a lofty living room then a bar, but it did feel like this was ground zero for the secret blonde cloning operation that I now believe has to exist for this place to look the way it does. I didn’t want to be that guy snapping pictures but the chick who played silk spectre in Watchmen was there with her little sister, not a bad spotting for only being in town a couple of hours. The live band was dope:


They played all sorts of hip things, some animal collective and several things composed by Jack White.

Then the time came for food and out ultimate host Besk was not about to drop the ball here, oh no. He had something planned. So we drive deeper into L.A. and round a corner to find this:


That’s our gracious host Besk and Surge eating on-site style. At first sight, yes this does appear to be where day laborers enjoy their hasty lunches. But look more closely at the items on the menu, any place that sells tripa and head needs to know how to handle a cow. I ordered 2 tacos, lost my mind and ordered 3 more, this stuff was fire! I don’t know the name of this place since everyone was just referring to it as “The Truck” but if you know people who know where it is, GO EAT THERE! Cant wait until the main event tomorrow. Ink-N-Iron in t-minus 8 hours.


What did that freak do to those poor cats for them to obey him?!

Posted in Who the fuck is Africa?! on June 10, 2010 by robdc

Awesome beginning of a day today:

Adult breakfast, check


Scooter ride down Duval street, check


Location of tropical bar while the girls do some gay shit, check


Once all those things were accomplished I was ready to get on with my day. Usual touristy garbage ensued and had I a video camera a montage with the theme from the Benny Hill show would be inserted here. In that video’s stead, here are some stupid pictures.

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We did a whole bunch of nonsense but the main event, other then the drinking and jetting around the island (intoxicated driving was avoided with the clever use of large meals, I assure you), was the freak show at Mallory Square.  To anyone I know who has already seen any of these maniacs, I thank you deeply for not spoiling the surprise. I arrived at this very quaint and Keys like location full of vibrant locals and homeless people doing tricks for money, wide-eyed like a child at an amusement park who had just been given a super slushy and told that their teacher had just died in some horrific pencil sharpener accident. Most of the things were mundane nonsense, people playing music or swallowing swords SEEN IT!! Step it up weirdoes, work for that money. Then we came across this guy.


That is a tiny Frenchman cracking a whip over cats… I’m sure many people have seen this guy or heard of him but this was my first encounter and I was taken aback to say the least.


Those cats are OBEYING HIM?! how? I don’t understand, cats do whatever they want, that’s their whole thing! God only knows what he did to them for them to listen to him, my vote is a combination of electrocution and fire, oh wait, there’s the fire.

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In case your eyes stopped working just before seeing the second picture, it’s a cat jumping through a ring of fire, over another cat, on a tight rope.

This trip has definitely been lacking in the cuisine department, not because there is any lack of dope food in Key West, just because our focus has been on other departments. We decided we should actually eat something substantial tonight so the yellow brick road led to Blue Heaven. This place is awesome, I highly recommend it to anyone who is far enough south.

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While waiting for your table you are welcome to play a rousing game of ping pong or two. Which we did.

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Then the point, the food. God, we won on this one, this was some delicious fish, a yellowtail snapper swimming in savory lime sauce complimented with angel hair pasta and corn.



Ok, I’ll admit this has been dragging on and I’m eager to see if jailbroken tethering works to upload huge posts like this, so I’m done. Next post should be from Long beach, Ink-n-Iron.

Cojelo con take it easy,


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