also id like to add to my little venting thread with someone i grew up with.you know who you are lil buddie rogene.you fake piece of shit.i dont care how cool you think you are or whatever gay shit your flavor of the month interest is.yeah yeah,your lil online skate magazine was just supposed to be online only.you werent in talks to have it be a publication because you wanted to keep it small.sure dickhead.your too cool to even say hi to me at mitsuwa.what i cant be out with my fucking mom?only time my uncle eddie sees you your with your mom and/or sister.oh but its different for you because your cool guy rogene the king of inconsistency on a skateboard.here frankie im listening to some easy listening like the get up kids because my friends are into punk for them minute.

yeah funny that was the last time we talked in person.i didnt fuck call you and tell you to invite yourself over you dickhead.that was a mutual buddy(i dont consider anybody a friend) who i talked with in passing while i was out skating that long ass time ago.he asked me if i had spoken or seen you around.i said no that guys to cool to be talking to my fat ass.oh ill tell him to call you.of course me knowing how all mighty and cool you are didnt care.only to later that summer have you call my house while im taking a shit.i really dont know why you even bothered coming over that night.you graced me with your presence for all of maybe half an hour.i never heard from you again before moving in the middle of the next year.yeah i called you to ask you if i could use you as a reference while i was trying to get a job.fuck dude,i dont know what was up your ass but you didnt sound even happy to hear from me.i thought i could ask king rogene for a small favor.i mean fuck how many times did you call me in high school asking for a mutual friends number.edwin,rob,sprinkle,fuck whoever.of course me i give you the number and thats it.dont bother inviting me to go skate faggot.its ok though i mean i wasnt cool enough anymore and you forgot about me when i went to new directions in tenth grade.we went skating with tom in the beginning of that school year but i never got one call from you.thats whatever though and i guess im as responsible since i didnt call anyone that year.

but back on track,a year before that final meeting i had just finised taking my final ged test(which i passed all of them without studying and skipped the ged classes by testing out of them with two pre tests) and had picked up mcdonalds with my mom(not all of us were jew kids like you getting a free ride junior year :P ) and i saw you skating the benches near where i lived.i thought shit ill go see whats up with him,but i asked and you hadnt stopped by my place to see if i wanted to skate.so i said fuck that guy then.thats not the only time i saw your gay ass down there by yourself.come on really?you know im busy you told me the last time we spoke,but in the same conversation you told me art fag rob was teaching you the guitar.wtf?i lived not even two minutes by car from your place and all i ever saw of you from senior year on was at fucking barnes and noble in north county fair(now westfield) with joemil.cant you get a subscription rich kid?my excuse is i was out skating with someone and wed just jew around the mall a bit on the weekends.

anyway art fag boy lived in fucking rb,thats not farther?long story short i dont keep in touch with people that are fuckers because they only need me when they need something.in 04 after freshly breaking my leg again(only mentioning it because its relevant to the story) my uncle,aunt,and lil cousin were visiting and he asked my mom when my ankle would be better,"because his friends want to film some tricks".me being me i didnt even give a shit enough to ask him if hed bumped into you,but im guessing he meant you and your lil sd scenester skater friends(former friends of mine).you never asked him for my number or anything.but whatever i mean i still have your home number memorized and havent called since hs.

the fact of the matter is that if someone is your friend theyre your fucking friend regardless of whos around.not oh shit im with my cool friends i cant talk to this guy.thats some fake shit.you stole your fucking sense of humor from me dickhead,just keep that in mind.and if you really think im racist now because of people i associated with when i was away then youre a fucking idiot with your stupid "prison pointers" in curiculum mag(fucking shit youre third generation and cant spell for shit,theres another r in the word).even if your lil buddy that did that segment was only in low level county pods he can tell you cliques in lockup are based by race and at times can be very racist towards the other cliques.my first time in gen pop my rep was explaining things and then he said we dont fuck with the blacks for shit.him being mexican and me never hearing black people called blacks like that outside of tv i was a bit bewildered.

your buddy is asian and was in long enough to remember how to build a tatoo gun.i can almost guarantee you he rolled with the blacks(see thats some leftover lockup),because thats how things are.asians arent that well represented in there so the clique up with the blacks.me changing affiliations in there also doesnt make me racist you fucking ingnoramus.what i did was the right decision for me and id do it again given the chance.its not a decision ill ever regret.theres politics in there and the other cliques politics werent making sense to me.do i say racist jokes sometimes?yeah fuck everybody does.are you mad that im funnier than you.probably,but youd never admit it to anyone.

you think its stupid i talk on message boards.three fingers are pointing right back at you binkie.werent you on myspace?yup.didnt you start of all things an online magazine?yup.arent you friends with white pride(racist) roller bladers and their friends?yup.arent quite a bit of your friends dorks?yup.arent you still living at home more than a decade out of highschool even though youve had a truck since 16?you know the answer.what happened with you moving to ny to hang out with your buddie with the fat face(what your not embarassed by his weight?)?just another flight of fancy.what happened to you starting a shirt company after hs like you told me(when i bumped into you walking into of all places the barnes and noble in cmr).howd that go?yeah dickhead.

and have fun at your lil bday parties which you didnt invite me to when i added you on myspace way back in 08(not that i wouldve expected it).all the cool san diego skate scenesters and other random people like the sk858 dorks(come on those dickheads even posted their youtube vids on your page,desperate for some views).that brandon kid didnt even skate when i was in hs.whend he start as a fucking junior or senior?first love huh?goofball.i guess im too much of a "kook" to hang out there.and the party i wanted to throw at my place back in 08 was cornball because i wanted to celebrate being out of jail,beating my cases,and seeing some old friends i hadnt seen in years.im a cornball because i also wanted to hire some strippers to dyke out at it and do extras.*shrugs* standing around drinking with dudes and taking pictures isnt a party to me.hang out with your scenester and art fag friend wannabes all you want.im a dork because i didnt get laid in hs.thats the thing about peaking in hs though,is as you can see from your life theres nowhere else to go.

also i dont care you talk with my uncle on the phone from time to time.i know he was kind of a big brother to you growing up.its whatever to me,but it doesnt surprise me one bit youve never asked him for my number.even now that i live down here again.have fun with dickhead willy too.if that pic of him with his hand over his eye while wearing a hat with his mouth open was a shot at me,poking fun of the pic of me after being pistol whipped on my myspace, he can suck a dick.what im a fucking asshole because my neighbors were always starting shit with me and snitching when all i was doing was living my own life?i deserved to have a fucking stand off with the cops for 4 fucking hours and have them put the red beam on me,then my mom?fuck you you fake piece of shit.do you know wtf thats like to have cops point fucking heat at your moms head infront of you?because your fake gangster snitch neighbor lied to the cops you had a gun?


also dickhead if you or anyone has something to say about the name frankie figgs you can kiss my smooth sack."roggie pop".i dont think thats your name wee wee chan.frankie figgs is the name i decided on when i wanted to be a director(and who knows ill most likely still end up doing it).i used myspace for networking cheesedick.im sorry your myspace wasnt as successful.fucking curiculum was a joke.come on you used corey duffel?that guys not racist?that lispy faggot called stevie williams a trashy nagger in big brother back in hs.he got dropped by all his sponsors at the time because of it.you get that dickhead and random no namers and perma man ams.shit sprinkle didnt even have a board sponsor how hard up were you?why didnt you get some real fuckers like enrique lorenzo,tom penny,stevie williams,joey brezinski,etc?in the heyday of myspace it wasnt hard at all to network on there.what were you doing,tugging your taffy?