The Stonecutters Guild
Yeah, I might be an ass hat and all, but whatever. It’s officially on now.

Yeah, I might be an ass hat and all, but whatever. It’s officially on now.

officialjdilla:

#JDilla

officialjdilla:

#JDilla

Got my old glasses back today!

Got my old glasses back today!

detroitdrivebyshooting:

The Fist and Robocop Detroit’s Finest
Photo credit: Snatched from Facebook. Thank you.

detroitdrivebyshooting:

The Fist and Robocop
Detroit’s Finest

Photo credit: Snatched from Facebook. Thank you.

I get to wear this baller eye guard to bed, taped to my face. I feel like a not at all bad ass version of Bill Laimbeer.

I get to wear this baller eye guard to bed, taped to my face. I feel like a not at all bad ass version of Bill Laimbeer.

New glasses are my old glasses. Doc says everything is so far so good, go back in two weeks for another checkup.

New glasses are my old glasses. Doc says everything is so far so good, go back in two weeks for another checkup.

From now on, I am only interested in looking crazy.

Coming Soon…

Coming Soon…

I said good day!

I said good day!

New old face. Only looks good when I’m judging you.

I’m an idiot.

I’m an idiot.

steamaker:

murdercycles:

Support your local street racer

Springsteen wrote this about escaping from Jersey and the trap that kept us down; but street racing muscle cars was nationwide and how gearheads like me escaped the drudgery of life, if only for a few hours… 
 
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dreamAt night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machinesSprung from cages out on highway 9,Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the lineBaby this town rips the bones from your backIts a death trap, it’s a suicide rapWe gotta get out while were young`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to runWendy let me in I wanna be your friendI want to guard your dreams and visionsJust wrap your legs round these velvet rimsAnd strap your hands across my enginesTogether we could break this trapWell run till we drop, baby well never go backWill you walk with me out on the wire`cause baby Im just a scared and lonely riderBut I gotta find out how it feelsI want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is realBeyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevardThe girls comb their hair in rearview mirrorsAnd the boys try to look so hardThe amusement park rises bold and starkKids are huddled on the beach in a mistI wanna die with you wendy on the streets tonightIn an everlasting kissThe highways jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power driveEverybodys out on the run tonight but there’s no place left to hideTogether wendy well live with the sadnessIll love you with all the madness in my soulSomeday girl I don’t know when were gonna get to that placeWhere we really want to go and well walk in the sunBut till then tramps like us baby we were born to run

Don’t like Bruce, reblogging for the Detroit pic.

steamaker:

murdercycles:

Support your local street racer

Springsteen wrote this about escaping from Jersey and the trap that kept us down; but street racing muscle cars was nationwide and how gearheads like me escaped the drudgery of life, if only for a few hours… 

 

In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Its a death trap, it’s a suicide rap
We gotta get out while were young
`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims
And strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
Well run till we drop, baby well never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
`cause baby Im just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real

Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss

The highways jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybodys out on the run tonight but there’s no place left to hide
Together wendy well live with the sadness
Ill love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I don’t know when were gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and well walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run

Don’t like Bruce, reblogging for the Detroit pic.

Sheep, Firestone Farm, Greenfield Village.

A note for you model makers out there, look at how grey all of the wood is. Not brown. Just an observation.