FRONTIER DAYS

Frontier DAYS went off this weekend...the beer garden was rockin...the Hash band fucking rocked....A lot of Torrance Scumfucks held the fort claiming the garden while the PVers cruised around eye-fuckin all the crap in faire....you know, the art stuff like the melted bottles of vino or the Woodcut block letters that name the name of some shitty band like Aerosmith or Jimmy Buffet...This shit makes PVERS blow there minds.....PVers love useless knickknacks...that kind of shit that'll end up at the PV resale on Pacific Coast High in Lomas aka Lomita near the Norms down the street from the GoldClub and about a mile South of where the PARASOL used to be. At this festival, I was fortunate to cruise around with a very special Torrance chick, Madoosh. Madoosh is a straight-up south Torrance chick, no sloppy redundant tattoos, no shitty black poodle dyed hair (that's more of the breed that inhabits east of sepulvda and south of Hawthorne). Naturally Beautiful and ready to party...she took some killer shots and made the point to call "Frontier Days," Frontier Days (it's God given name), and not the PVer inspired Summer Festival. When I get those shots, I'll post them. Her dad kicked down a few beers to Little Mike and I, so we were stoked. Being a Torrancian, I was broke and couldn't get him back....Maybe next year.