$10.22 IN DA BANK

Welcome back to this week's Killa Rant, and I'm your host, Biggie B, soon to be Celebrant B. Did you fucking know at the Shell servo Gaytime ice creams are $6.50? SIX FUCKING FIFTY! FUCK MEEE.

It's Saturday morning in the streets. I got 2x Sony FS5s and two lights in my bag that say they last a total of 80 minutes, but when push comes to shove, I got max 30 minutes if I'm lucky. The streets are talking, and so is the Scotsman Nathan, and today WE BE FILMING. No real big plans here, just trying to get some cool clips and chip away at the new movie we be working on for the internet.

Now before I start just quoting Nathan's silly talk of the day, I took a walk this morning all the way around the river. Call it Tour de Brisbane, but on foot. Now here's where it gets dangerous. I jumped off the curb a bit fast for the Newstead locals and ended up next to a commuter that I think I scared a little bit. I kinda chuckled and said sorry. (It was the noise he made.) I could only imagine his anxiety from what looked like a big fucking grizzly bear jumping off the gutter like they're filming Transformers.

Anyway, if you're reading this, champ, sorry. I intend to get the CityCat home so I don't scare you later on in these streets. Actually, that's a whopper—I'm walking home. Speaking of Brisbane's public transport, 50 cents anywhere, any fucking spaceship. Free to the Bronx game. Now that's a fucking win for the city... BUT! SIX FUCKING FIFTY FOR A GAYTIME ICE CREAM! Makes no sense.

Right, so what did we get up to? What was said? Where are we? What's our purpose? All these things you're wanting to know, and I'm here throwing hands over a SIX FUCKING FIFTY ICE CREAM. It just blows my mind. Fifteen years ago we bought out Costco's whole stock of Gaytimes to film a movie, and if we went to do that in today's economy... well fuck, I got more chance of buying one of those fancy houses down by the river where I think Travis Scott once stayed when he was on tour.

I'm in the car, I'm on my way, and slightly held up by a blonde mum crossing the zebra crossing. If you don't know what that is, it's a road with a bunch of lines in it, and by law we have to give way to pedestrians.

Now it wouldn't be a blog post if there wasn't a lil bit of drama in the mix. First up, Nathan isn't even here. He's down the GC with the missus. She's put the foot down apparently, and he had to have a GF day and buy her a new hat.

Will Fraser! He's back from his Melbourne trip, calling the meet-up spots, and he called Bracken Ridge Skatepark. We are heading to Bracken for him! We all agreed it's Will's day! Now he's just fucked. Plain and simple. He's got more excuses coming out of his arse than Stevo shit scenes in Jackass. I don't even want to get into it all. It's just too much for 10:42am on a Saturday... but we don't even think he's coming now.

As I skate into the skatepark, I go to cross at the zebra crossing, where I was super surprised to find a white Toyota Yaris, rego 882-TFV, not stop for me. I didn't let it ruin my day, but I won't forget it.

D Street just rocked up. Haven't seen him too much since Tear Da Club Up, which is a nice surprise. Boyd Hilder is in the mix today. D Street and Boyd get chatting about surfing. I dig that. I like the movies.

Renato is here. His wrist is a bit busted, but I know he's not scared one bit. I chime in with D Street to point out Boyd's bike is a rolling billboard. There's not an inch of black paint that doesn't have a logo on it. Boyd hits the back pegs straight up in front of Pop and he's pumped. Kids are now yelling at Boyd for a Monster.

"How old do you need to be to drink a Monster?" — Boyd Hilder

Will Fraser is here. I repeat, Will Fraser is here. His bike is fucked and rusted up, which is what you would expect from the Ratty kid, but he's still keeping it together all fresh and that. He definitely has come home with a Melbourne look.

The kids are pumped, asking what my YouTube channel is. We just got a new subscriber to the channel. These kids are still asking for Monsters. I could be revving them up about it because I love a good Monster nag. We have been here for two hours now, and we found out Will lost his whips.

"You leave your whips in Melbourne, G." — Boyd Hilder $10 for Will to do a hop whip over the garden gap. Light work. $10.22 in the bank for Willy now. He is fucking cheering. "30 nuggets for $10."

Sunny and Willy talk about getting into a fight a while ago, and the talk's heavy on food right now. Willy has all the dollar deals up. "I JUST GOT PAID."

Just like that, the day is completed. Over Willy is rich. Everyone's got mahd park clips. Might even have half a video here. You will see it all soon.

I'm back home by 3pm. The big question is, will I get this blog done today, uploaded, and into your eyes, hearts, and all that? I haven't eaten a thing today, and I need some sushi before I can begin this journey with you all. However... we are at the end of the journey. If you're reading this, then we have been on one hell of a journey, haven't we? FUCK. I should have gone up to Richard's Tasty Corner instead of sushi. That's a me problem.

PEACE. LOVE. $ALAD.

Action sports movie maker.
Bri$bane.
Australia.
Stop at nothing.
Not even the government.
Especially the government.
Or ya mum's house.
Even if you have a VTEC engine.
Just keep moving.