1335 can have unlimited amounts of stories. so im gonna toss a few more out there.
UNIRACER. anyone that stayed there knows what im talking about. Uniracer was an N64 game that we basically played CONSTANTLY. it really never was shut off. We all had that damn game wired. i think i might actually go buy and N64 just to play this again. It was that fun. at one point i decided i wanted to see what would happen with sleep deprivation. Native americans did it, so i wanted to see what would happen. so i set out to stay up as long as i could. I basically survived on jolt & Uniracer. i swear i could just stay up if i was playing that game. I lasted 3 and a half days. this is still my personal record for staying awake. I know i will never beat it. I can hardly do 24 hours now. At first it was fine. but by day 2.5 i was starting to lose my mind a little bit. Things wernt making much sense and not much mattered. But i had Uniracer. As long as i kept playing i could stay awake. I made a decision to go to sleep after 3.5 days because it was like noon or something. i was hanging out with dave R and someone else. I looked at them 100% serious and asked "is it raining in here?" They looked at me and laughed....and said "no". I then said "i think i need to get to sleep. This shits fucked up." That was my end of a science experiment of the mind. I was genuinely curious as to what would happen in my head. Maybe it was because i was SXE and surrounded by so many drugs and what not. But i wanted a mental journey none the less. Im still a little bummed all i saw was rain indoors.
Speaking of mental journeys, one of our roomates had a major one. This was when they started experimenting with acid and those sorts. I always enjoyed watching them trip. it was a fun time for me. I got real good at fucking with them when they were tripping. Not in a bad way. in a real funny way. This time i had nothing to do with it. he went on a real bad trip. This was the only time i witnessed a bad trip. and i can imagine its one of the most fucked up things you could have. anyhow. he came in and he was rocking back and forth telling us "i know why we are here" and he was dead serious. "i know why we are here...and im not supposed to know!" "im not allowed to know." he was really scared because he knew the answer to life. he 100% believed he knew. he was scared...and we were scared for him, it was really intense. Then he got to the point where he was saying "i shouldnt be alive, im not supposed to know this." this is where we got really concerned. Then he started looking for a knife. he wanted to kill himself for knowing, to the point of i had to tackle him and stop him. This was a fucked up thing to witness and be a part of. he actually was losing his mind, and i feared for his life. we had to stay with him till the trip calmed down and things got back to normal. This was one of the first scary moments of my life. it was all new to me. i had been around people doing drugs and acid before, but nothing like this. i honestly think if we werent there he would have tried to kill himself.
on to a happier note......next up. Paintballs.
Jeff ducko brought a paint ball gun to the house when he moved in. if you are ever at broad and rodman st, and you look on the side of 1335 rodman, in the top third floor back there is a window. That was corys room. We set up a chair there to sit and snipe people on broad st. we would sit and do this for hours. or at least till someone was trying to beat our door down because we got a good head shot. we then got to the point where we were sniping people walking in front of the house. there was a drive way thing next to the building. so if someone was walking down rodman to broad st they would be in target for like 5 seconds before they got out of view. what we did was took the phone off the hook, had the gunner upstairs on the phone, an the watcher on the front steps. we would act like we were talking to someone and tell the gunner when hey were about to be in range. "ok...5...4...3...2....1...SHOOT" haha it ruled. me and ducko would do this over and over again. the hard part was trying to keep a straight face while setting someone up that was walking past you to get shot with a paintball gun. and not break out laughing. you just had to act like you didnt even notice it happened. funtimes. Ducko was awesome.
C-lo.... C-lo is a dice game with 3 dice. we played this A LOT. i remember one time in particular we were in front of the house on a super sunny day. it was nice out. we were just all chillin and playing dice. cory had a sick collection of old cameras. she was a really good photographer. probably the first person that i ever got into pictures as photography through. before that it was all just pictures. her stuff i looked at as art. you could say it was a point where i made the difference in my head.... anyhow. she went up and got this old box camera and took some photos of us playing dice. i still have one of the photos somewhere. i'll have to find it and ad it to this post. Its not really an interesting story, but an important one for me. It was just a good day, and i like to remember those sometimes.
The Jizzard. This is a person that needs some explanation. He was called the Jizzard because we thought he was half Jester, and half Wizzard. He had a really hard life. probably harder than most anyone i know. He grew up poor as hell. he was the product of a rape. He was a good dude trapped in a bad life. he got heavy into drugs and drinking. he was one of the funniest dudes i can remember from back then. he was a decent skateboarder from what i can remember too. one time he was drunkard as hell and passed out in the movie chairs we had. like wicked passed out. he full on pissed himself. we all watched it happen. WOW, like full on pissed him self. like a movie piss. it was AWESOME. his name for a little while after that was PIZZARD. yeah it was funny. I always liked him he just seemed like a genuine person that just had a tough break. he was actually there and part of the lowest moment of my life. one of the only things i regret. after i got out of the hospital i quit doing construction. I had been selling dialers and what not for extra money. but when i was jobless, i needed that extra money to survive. so i started doing more and more illegal things. keep in mind i was like 22 or something. I really had no morals up until this point. right and wrong didnt have many limits for me. I had done lots of shoplifting in the past. like some major stuff. so drifting back into doing these things wasnt a far cry for me. I started dealing dialers to the cop shop people. these were dudes that worked at the bodega at 13th and lombard. it was called the cop shop because the dudes dad was an ex cop. so it was basically an untouchable place. they did all sorts of illegal shit out of there. drugs, guns, whatever. is started dealing with them selling dialers. they hooked me up with a guy gill that was doing chipped cell phones. He was an ex israeli army dude. Sketchy as shit, and scary as fuck. but he liked me a lot. I started dealing cell phones and he was chipping them for me. i was paying bums to break into cars or get phones out of taxis. these were the old motorola flip phones if you remember. i would pay $25 a phone from the bums, bring it to gill to get chipped for a month of free calls, for $25... take the whole thing and sell it for $250, and then $50 per month to keep it on. Needless to say i was making good loot just off of that. i was also selling $100 kinko copy cards for $10. and doing a little shoplifting here and there. this was a bad time for me. i was doing whatever i had to to survive. i just got deeper and deeper with out noticing it. it really was like a drug. it was fun and exciting, but not a good thing by any means. back to Jizzard. like 2 months after i moved out of 1335 i think Jizzard moved in. me and cory moved like 2 blocks away to right behind U arts dorms. in the corner of 15th and waverly. at like 4AM one morning Jizzard came looking for me. he said he knew a house loaded with stuff that some shitty drug dealer ravers had and none of them were there. one of them had owed him money for a bad deal or something, and he wanted my help breaking in. so i did it. i had to climb into a second floor window by climbing a tree. and jumping off the branch to the window and pulling myself in. it was NOT easy. Once i got in the room had a bunch of stuff in it, BUT it was locked from the outside of the door. i then had to kick in the door to get out. we basically pillaged the house for whatever. got some credit cards and guitar amps.. we were waking the stuff to my at with cory at like 6 AM. it started getting light out. The next morning by like *am cory woke up. and was like "WTF" she knew what was going on and wasnt surprised. She didnt ask...and she didnt want to know details. This was the lowest point of my life. i fully regretted it the next day. even if it was some shitty drug dealing ravers. I had no right to do what ever i wanted. this was a huge "turning point" in my life. I realized that my actions effect people, and i needed to do positive things. This was not who i was and i was scared of going deeper into that world. even if i was SXE it doesnt mean im a good person. I think im a good person at heart, i was just losing track of who i was. I needed to fix this. I didnt want to end up in jail. and i didnt want to be a bad person. i stopped doing anything drastic like that. i had started chipping cable boxes fr a bit, and stopped that. at one point i was selling blank birth certificates...but thats a whole different story for another day. i still did some things like dialers and chipped cell phones. i stopped credit card scams after those i got from that house. The final straw was 2 days after i got some phones done from gill. i had been at his apt at 21st and south getting them done during one of his insane partys. I think justin moulder went with me to this. he told me i could fuck his cousin for $200.... haha i was like ..uhhh nah im good, thanks though. anyhow. 2 days after that gill got busted by the feds. he was gone. he had been doing all the merlinos cell phones in south philly. i knew dude was connected. but DAMN. his house obviously was under watch when i had been there doing "business" and i knew i was on some tape somewhere i didnt want to be.
that was it... i was out. FUCK this...what the fuck am i doing with my life. at this point i was living at 314, and i needed a new start. and i needed the fuck out of this bad shit. i was not who i wanted to be. so i quit all of it cold turkey. i stopped doing i think everything but dialers. This is about the time i booked my first HC show in philly. I wanted to put my energy towards something positive.
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haha, you are correct sir. very accurate accounts for sure. please allow me to fill in some blanks for ya too, as you well know there are far too many to put all in a single blog. here goes...
1335 fireworks
so, somehow, someway, i actually got back to the house and nobody was there, which was extremely rare. i go through the after work(bertucci's pizza delivery on boards which wasn't really work, just like skating all day) motions: bong hits, grab a 40 of brau from the cop shop, chillin. knock on the door- aj doman is here, cool. we just started going off , shooting the shit and laughing at first. somehow we started gathering all of the various bottles inside the house and we were setting them up in the tiny little pathway between this wall and the house. we'd make like a huge pyramid of bottles and find stuff inside of the house to drop out the window on top of the bottles. it was SO loud. we had a kegger a week or so earlier, so , naturally, after some thinking, that would be the best thing to smash the bottles with. we'd set em all up run downstairs, get the empty keg, and BWAM, loudest thing you ever heard. just stop and think about it for a second. after that got old, or we ran out of bottles, we were thinking fireworks. yeah, how good would it be to get more bottles and drop m80's down there. super loud, so we gotta act on this one. aj knew of a "novelty" shop up in chinatown near the troc that would sell us cool jersey kats fireworks, we just had to go in there and give him the look, ya know. i'm thinking to myself the whole time we're wandering around chinatown to find this lil joint that this couldn't be for real. but it was. funniest thing, dude was like(think chinese) "woman candels" and we're like yeah and pulls out the arsenal. we're like we'll take this and these and that. oh god it was funny. so we return to 1335, ready to go. broad street, not too far away, so plenty of peeps walking at around 4 or so in the afternoon. my heart's like racing at this point, we had to get "prepared" and we're all set up in the window. flick of the bic, and here we go, a ten shot salute toward broad street in the open lot. well, halfway through we notice that these things are fuckin flying WAY farther than we thought they were going to. like the other side of broad almost. and then we see....TWO COPS walking from south as the candle fires away. of course, we couldn't drop it, so we just hung it out the window a bit and closed the blind(what we did everytime shit went down out that window). now, we know they saw us and we're like ,"did they?" "do you think?" and we're like dying at the same time. knock knock knock, and we both look at each other , we know we're busted. so, me being half drunk and stoned , answer the door, figured i had nothing else to lose and i could just charm em and be nice to em. there they are, philly's finest on the stoop. they're like, "was that you guys lighting fireworks just then?" i couldn't lie, i'm a bad liar to begin with and i was like "uh, yeah, yep that was us." i brace myself thinking he was gonna come in and bust us for pot or something dumb and he just goes, "can't be doing that shit man, this is philadelphia. people out there thought those were gunshots, shit we did too!was that the last of 'em" we were like, "we're so sorry,we don't have anymore left, we didn't know" and they just walked off. we closed the door and both looked at each other and died laughing. couldn't believe it...
a short and sweet one about the corrupt roddy cop...
jay and i were kicking it on the stoop just drinking and shooting dice all day. the usual, skating and fucking around out front. it was well after dark and we go back in the house to get some money to get some beer. as we're walking down roddy, this fat cop starts stumbling toward us and me and jay are kinda like wtf ya know? and as we walk by him, he's like,"you guys interested in buying any police gear, how bout a gun, or this club?" we didn't know what to say, except "nah, that's allright". then we look behind us and he walks over to the corner where EVERYONE pissed and starts to take a leak. as we got stoned for the next couple weeks jay and i would look over at each other and think , did that really happen? funny...
ONE MORE FOR GOOD MEASURE...
"The Duke vs. Fat Homie"
Fat Homie, what else can I say. he used to chill in front of ok pizza on 13th and if that dude ever knew half the shit he got hit with was us , we'd be dead today, i'm sure of it. fat homie used to chill with all the nasty ass ho's on 13th and this one particular day, he had wandered off his turf and was cruising down roddy. not his luck day, it was cold too. i mean philly cold. fat homie was all bundled up and our lookout on the stoop alerted us to his coming up the street. the duke had been waiting for this one, due to the fact that he basically pissed himself with laughter a few weeks later when he hit him in the nuts out of the window of tony hornie's at the chancellor. his reaction was too good. anyway, the room up there's packed, tough to get a good look , but you can see through this little sliver of space between the shade and window. sure enough, fat homie strolls over to that corner and starts to piss(that corner WAS the other .5 bath of 1335). i remember jay whispering,"duke you got him?" and Ducko was like "yeah almost, trying to get this bare spot on his neck where the jacket is covering it". "duke you got him yet?" Ducko goes "oh, yeah i do", squeezes the trigger and all i remember hearing is AWWWWWWWW FUCK and seeing him bring his hand up to the back of his neck. we were crying laughing into this pillow and trying to keep this blind still cuz the window was still open but with the blind down. we keep peeking out there and lucky for us our neighbors across the street had their window open and fat homie had a coniption fit. he was like "i'm gonna kill you fuckers, this and that" and the poor people across the street had no idea what was going on. that lasted for a few weeks until the duke finally started getting as bold as to start hitting cabs as they dropped our neighbors off. like pelting them plain view from my window. no care whatsoever. i came home one night and someone threw a rock threw the little window above the door. paintball at rodman was over, but there would be more to come.....
Holy Shit,
The fat homie encounter.Steve I will never forget that one.I was laughing so hard before I shot him, I almost can't belive I hit him. My face hurts cause of the smile on my face.
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