wore stories...

Have you ever seen the 80 year old guy who's arms are adorned with tattoos that have basically turned into green blobs, many of these men got their tattoos over seas during wartime. These are my favorite tattoos to come across because most of these men have a great story to go along with the tattoo, or they have no recollection at all... I always try to sneak a look at the images, and based on the situation may even drum up a little small talk about the tattoos, and perhaps snap a pic if the convo goes well. As time slips into the future the WW2 era military tattoos are vanishing forever only to be remembered in a picture or a story. Heres to the gents that went to war and wore their warpaint til the day they died. Heres a few from the web to color in the post.

Cement shoes...

In the 80's they robbed folks for their Jordans.. Fast forward to 2012 they steal folks right from out of their Jordans...
N. 2nd street Philadelphia.
Alien abduction???ghostdinni??heavens gate???

Period correct..

I love this era....

Instagram bam thank you mam....

Make like a vert skater and drop in....BADLUXURY

My cuzzy Young Edmund put me on with these guys...

yo dogg...

Spend it where you make it!

I grew up in a patriotic family with uncles and cousins that were union men, and also many many marines, even 2 female marines. American pride was something that I kind of took for granite as a young punk kid, rebelling and experimenting in all of lifes teenage traps. There was a specific day in my life that my rebellious attitude was changed, 12 years ago on the first day of my union apprenticeship schooling our teacher began to lecture us on American values and the importance of buying American. He pointed to a sticker on his office window that simply read "SPEND IT WHERE YOU MAKE IT". That phrase made a lot of sense to me at that moment and also sparked a new way of thinking, that I still carry on to this day. This teacher was an old school Philadelphian who was 3rd generation union and he was very serious and passionate about union ideals. In fact no foreign cars were allowed to be parked on the schools parking lot, if it was foreign it had to be parked across the street...lol this was a problem at the time for Lil hatchet and I...with his VW and my Isuzu trooper we were not welcomed to park in the lot. As the years went by I began to see more and more jobs sent over seas for cheaper labor, all the while we cut the legs off of the force that kept this country running. That phrase means more to me now that we have seen so many jobs go away and such hard economic times stroll in. I wonder what this country would be like if american youth had the privilege of someone installing those concious American consumer ideals in them, or if public education stressed the fact of buying American and the importance of keeping our money local. In early American times the towns around the factories only survived by the workers spending their money in that town. Not everything I buy is made in USA and I'm not so pro union that I am ignorant to the fact that there is a time and a place for unions...but this is just a little encouragement to at least try and spend your American dollars on American goods when you can, it will benefit the future generations to come. If we all just made a concious effort to buy USA when you can it could really help keep this country #1. if not you better learn Chinese!
Here's a few pics from the last few weeks daily operation....

If I had a Harley I'd leave it for a thief, with the insurance money i'd buy an Indian Chief...

Lil' Hatchet sent me that quote he found it on a motorcycle forum... Not sure how these folks below got theirs, but they sure do look to be very proud owners of Indian Motocycles...

Things Mr. Small Package Owns...

Out with the old in with the new....

New year, new goals and dreams to chase.... So, my next birthday is December 22, 2012 the supposed beginning of the end of the world..LOL I have a lot of things to do and see before the world goes kerplunkity! Nothing starts the year off better than the Mummers parade in Philadelphia, it's the oldest parade in the USA and it is in my opinion the coolest. Hand made costumes, and floats, the most eclectic mix of clubs and participants that your wildest dreams couldn't even come up with, and the spirit of a city all together celebrating the start to a new year. If you have never been, you are missing out on something very special!
Peace and love in 2012...
Viva Luxicana.


























This song is for a dear friend of mine who is in a semi funk...I'll be waiting for your new release in 2012!!!!