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Fri, 22 Jul 2011 09:45:00 -0700

Let me tell you a story about Mr. Bryan English...

Around 2002 I was in college. I had a radio show called "Banned from the Back Porch", with a friend of mine, Joe Fey. We played various punk, metal and indie stuff. Anything a solid radio station would play so, one that obviously wasn't in Syracuse. I could go on about this, but lets make this long story short. Joe and I were both Resident Advisors in our dorm. One night during our show some kids came down to the station and picked a fight with us. Some words were said over the air that obviously shouldn't of been said. The event, which was recorded as well as on air, brought down the attention of the great judicial board of Cazenovia College. And even though I had backing from my residents and professors the board decided I was unfit to keep my position as an RA, as well as my positon at the radio station. Joe wasn't fired, but I was. I was made an example of, kicked from my dorm, and lost my position as an RA, which also meant I lost a scholarship that paid for my room and board. Eek! (but not the cat)

Being tossed from my dorm I landed in my friend Todd's room. He lived in the dorms over the shit hole we called the 'cafeteria'. While living with Todd, a bunch of us always played Counter-Strike. A sweet, online, multiplayer, first person shooter game. We all got nasty at it. Todd made me his secretary while I lived with him for that semester, not because I offered, because he was kind of a dick. He had this friend of his who always called his phone looking for him. When Todd wasn't around, or didn't answer, he told this kid to call my phone, or instant message me to see if he was around but just not near the phone. All the time.

Fast Forward 2 years, I was living with my girlfriend at the time. This one night her friend Rochelle was goin' on a date, and Melissa thought it was a good idea to double date. I may be wrong but I think it was Rochelle's first date with this dude. I asked Melissa, "So who is this dude Rochelle is bringing on this thing?" She told me he was some x315x Hardcore kid named Bryan. I had a lot of hardcore friends at this time, but most hardcore dudes are dicks and super pretentious, even though hardcore music at the time was against a lot of shit like that, so I was like effin' great! I get to go on a double date, with fucking with some straight edge, hardcore kid and Rochelle.

Fast Forward 25 minutes. They show up and after some introductions and small talk, Bryan and I get on the topic of Counter-Strike. I start tellin' him how at college our whole floor played, etc. He's all like "What college did you go to?" I said, "Cazenovia College". He was like, "No shit?! Do you know Todd Bregande?" I was like yeah, he's kind of a dick. He laughed and agreed, but told me Todd and him were bro's from high school and on.

Then it fucking clicked. I said, "Wait a minute, your name is Bryan? Is your screen name _________." He was like yeah. Turns out this was the same Bryan who was using me as the Todd Bregande answering service. Bryan and I have been tight ever since. We have gone through some crazy shit together, and are super good buds. For his Birthday this year, a girl we both know asked me to do some shoes for him. She told me he was always tellin' her how he wanted a pair, and how dope they thought they were. Bryan actually asked me to do some pairs for his Sister and Bro-in-Law for their wedding a month ago ( I still have to post those pics ). He has been trying to get me to do him a pair for a while now. Knowing that this girl was getting him some, I just kept putting it off.

We are always doin' eachother favors. He has helped me out, and hooked me up with some pretty dope shit over the years, not to mention he came to my mom's wake, which most of you know is a big deal to me. I knew that these shoes had to be dope as fuck, and not ordinary fuck. Mr. English is a bad ass gamer, he platinums games on PS3 just for fucking fun. He is a technology teacher, builds everything on his house himself, has lighting fast VW's, is straight edge and will flash grenade your face off before lighting you the fuck up with a Aug. He is also one of my best buds I know I can always count on. The shoes I did this time around, are hands down my fucking favorite. I think it is time I make some for me, but I dunno if they will be this dope.

Happy Birthday ball sack! Hope you dig the shoes!

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