Bsi Comics

<p style="margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px">As a teenager there was not much that could tear me away from my baseball card collection. Seriously y'all, I was a dork. Each card had it's own special binder or plastic snap case to fit into, and I even went as far as writing a database to catalog each and every last one of them. At the time, I felt like a walking talking baseball card rainman. ( begin scene : obsessive compulsive disorder enters the room ).</p>


<p>The last few weeks have been a whirlwind for all of us in New Orleans, and I definitely drug a little ass after the Saints winning the Super Bowl and Mardi Gras to release the latest feature.</p>

Plum, the fruit of cool

<p>I've become so comfortable with posting each week on tuesday morning, but a little thing like The New Orleans Saints heading to the Super Bowl for the first time ever kind of pushed back this latest installment.</p>

Fleurty Girl Shop

<p>Nothing says I love you more than receiving a "I got Bourbon Faced on Shit Street" t-shirt for Christmas. Even the "soap on a rope" my Avon selling great grandmother used to give me beats that! I swear 1 out of 5 folks who visit our great city will leave with such a monstrosity.</p>

Humidity Skateboards

<p>As a young punk kid, there could not have been anything more exciting and rewarding as grinding away on a skateboard. I'll admit I busted my ass more than I was able to successfully preform a proper ollie, but there was nothing else like it.</p>

International Vintage Guitars

<p>I've always wondered what it would be like to be a rockstar. Not the Mark "Marky Mark" Wahlberg type, but one that truly knew how to wield an axe, guitar that is. Back in the day, when I had more hair on my head and less on my face, I convinced my dad to buy me a Fender Stratocaster-like electric guitar, black leather strap, and a Mini-Peavy amp to play like Stevie Ray.</p>