Sometimes bad things happen to good people in line.
The Blue Lobster…. Seems to be the discussion point on a lot of the sneaker/skate blogs of late. I could do a post about the background of the shoe, show the behind the scenes of what went into the packaging, the interviews we all did about it, but I would rather show the cold reality of what waiting for this shoe in line for days was like.
This pic was not taken anywhere near the line. This is Deon Point making the second Air Yeezy colorway Bar Certified. While kids slept in the rain in line we went to see our people over at Karmaloop to drop off some Brew Live Cruise tickets. It did not make the campers happy when upon our departure Deon made sure to let them all know while they were sleeping in the rain we were going to be in the House of Blues enjoying all the lovely sights that Karmaloop had to offer.
The fact is that urban camping is even more filthy than camping in the wilderness. Lets face it being posted up on a city block for three days is pretty grimey. At least in the woods you might be able to jump in a pond and get a little bit of the stench off of yourself, but in the city you just become polution. Even though you may have more money in your pocket than the people walking by on their way to work, they still look at you like a bum, and are generally disturbed by your look, smell, and existance.
Alliances just aint for Survivor, Folks. Peep shorty in the upper left. Hair done, looking cute, clean, dry, and most importantly LONELY. Although I did not have a chance to confirm this with an interview I can say with 100% certainty that this is someones sneaker version of a ride or die chick. She def worked out a system so they could go home shower and be as clean as possible while waiting for this shoe. Good shit!!! Showing up with a decent jump to a sneaker line is almost as rare as showing up on a unicorn.
You pass out, you assed out. After this photo the hat that this young man was wearing should be retired by him as this pic is clearly being chalked up as a “L”. Being caught on film passed out with “I love dick” drawn on your hand is bad, but being caught in such a state with a WESC all over print fat cap sweatshirt is like one of those fucked up finishing moves from Mortal Combat. Something that makes you wonder who could think up something so cruel and sick.
There is an outside chance that you might run into someone that is actually all right… Sigma Fam from Penn State. Big ups to all my Beta Alpha Fam here in the Bean.
And who knows… You might spend three days sleeping on the sidewalk next to the next person to design the next shoe you camp out for. This is talent in its rawest form.
Then when its all said and done you miss the best part of the whole thing… Fam appreciating all the hard work one another put in to make it all happen.
Lemme just say that I’m not a smoker. Cigarettes have always been too harsh for me and I only have the occasional cigar. I assumed that a hookah would be the same. Wrong. Erick, one of the employees, explained that because the tobacco is wet, and the coal doesn’t actually touch the tobacco (note the tin foil top in the picture), the smoke is much smoother and more mellow. I was surprised that I didn’t hack up a lung, but he was right. Smoking isn’t for everyone, but if you don’t think you’ll like it, drop by the Sheesha Lounge and let them change your mind. The Sheesha Lounge is located at 417 Cambridge St. in Allston/Brighton. You can call them at 617-782-7433, or visit them on line at 
