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J. Shao – the re-mix
Aside from a few re-dos, I haven’t drawn two different yearbook pictures of the same person - until now. When we last saw J. Shao, he was playing the role of racial doppelgänger to one F. Bawcutt, a.k.a. “globuloso” (making him “Asian globuloso”, if you’re scoring at home).
Anyhow, the reason he gets a sequel is simple: I was flipping through a yearbook when I noticed that not only did he get older – he got fresher. No more Fobby bangs – now he’s getting Dep on that ass. And then there’s the threads – an MF’n Nike Air Jordan IV “Flight” track jacket!?! And he’s all like, “Yeah, whateves… Where the weed at?” (I doubt he’s ever said “Where the weed at?”, but with his str8t gangsta expression to match the jacket, anything is possible…)
So, yeah – basically he’s in because his jacket is ridiculously dope. I mean, what’s with shit holding down the drawstrings? It’s needlessly fly shit like that whut makes Jordans so nice, nawimean? They didn’t need to do it. But they did. Completely superfluous – and kinda fly.
It’s like that move Mike made against the Lakers in Game 2 of the ‘91 Finals. He gets the pass from Livingston,  drives down the lane and elevates with the ball in his right hand for the dunk – then switches the ball to his left hand and lays it in on the way down. Insanely nice. A l’il too nice, even…
Oh yeah, the point – needlessly sick. Just some fuckin’ sauce for the sheer joy of making sauce. Just like the kicks and the jacket. And by the glorious law of shine*, just like J. Shao.
* “Shine” being the circle of influence that a particular celebrity (and the products he or she endorses) exudes. Mike had ridiculous amounts of shine – and thus, so did his shoes. Of course, it helped that they were actually beautiful all on their own, but you catch my drift…

J. Shao – the re-mix

Aside from a few re-dos, I haven’t drawn two different yearbook pictures of the same person - until now. When we last saw J. Shao, he was playing the role of racial doppelgänger to one F. Bawcutt, a.k.a. “globuloso” (making him “Asian globuloso”, if you’re scoring at home).

Anyhow, the reason he gets a sequel is simple: I was flipping through a yearbook when I noticed that not only did he get older – he got fresher. No more Fobby bangs – now he’s getting Dep on that ass. And then there’s the threads – an MF’n Nike Air Jordan IV “Flight” track jacket!?! And he’s all like, “Yeah, whateves… Where the weed at?” (I doubt he’s ever said “Where the weed at?”, but with his str8t gangsta expression to match the jacket, anything is possible…)

So, yeah – basically he’s in because his jacket is ridiculously dope. I mean, what’s with shit holding down the drawstrings? It’s needlessly fly shit like that whut makes Jordans so nice, nawimean? They didn’t need to do it. But they did. Completely superfluous – and kinda fly.

It’s like that move Mike made against the Lakers in Game 2 of the ‘91 Finals. He gets the pass from Livingston,  drives down the lane and elevates with the ball in his right hand for the dunk – then switches the ball to his left hand and lays it in on the way down. Insanely nice. A l’il too nice, even…

Oh yeah, the point – needlessly sick. Just some fuckin’ sauce for the sheer joy of making sauce. Just like the kicks and the jacket. And by the glorious law of shine*, just like J. Shao.

* “Shine” being the circle of influence that a particular celebrity (and the products he or she endorses) exudes. Mike had ridiculous amounts of shine – and thus, so did his shoes. Of course, it helped that they were actually beautiful all on their own, but you catch my drift…

Vahe Akopians (another in a set of cats with really cool names)
This is another dude from my grade 9 gym class. Is that a coincidence that most of these cats with cool names are from that gym class, or is it just that when your gym teacher yells out a student’s name it sounds particularly mellifluous? Who knows – but I do know that Vahe Akopians (pronounced “Va-Hee” “Ah-cope-ians”, at least according to Mr. Henderson) is one sick name.
Also, I think things were getting pretty ethnic, so I thought I’d white-ethnic it up a bit with ol’ Vahe. White-ethnic is still ethnic, but it’s not quite straight crack either, nawimean? For instance, there seems to be a rising number of white guys in the NBA – but we distinguish between the white Amuricans and the white European or South American players. They’re still white – they’re just not North Americans, so they’re a little different. They smell different, their hair is funny, etc.
Vahe wasn’t FOB or nuthin’, though. Just another white guy (seemingly) to me, albeit one who had the Military Blue Jordan IVs. By grade 9, they were last year’s model (the V with the reflective tongue was slaying the hallways at the time) – but regardless, they were still insanely dope. His Jordans (along with this other cat’s Military IVs who rode the same bus) made me covet them – and eventually overdose on Jordans and sneakers in general years later…

Vahe Akopians (another in a set of cats with really cool names)

This is another dude from my grade 9 gym class. Is that a coincidence that most of these cats with cool names are from that gym class, or is it just that when your gym teacher yells out a student’s name it sounds particularly mellifluous? Who knows – but I do know that Vahe Akopians (pronounced “Va-Hee” “Ah-cope-ians”, at least according to Mr. Henderson) is one sick name.

Also, I think things were getting pretty ethnic, so I thought I’d white-ethnic it up a bit with ol’ Vahe. White-ethnic is still ethnic, but it’s not quite straight crack either, nawimean? For instance, there seems to be a rising number of white guys in the NBA – but we distinguish between the white Amuricans and the white European or South American players. They’re still white – they’re just not North Americans, so they’re a little different. They smell different, their hair is funny, etc.

Vahe wasn’t FOB or nuthin’, though. Just another white guy (seemingly) to me, albeit one who had the Military Blue Jordan IVs. By grade 9, they were last year’s model (the V with the reflective tongue was slaying the hallways at the time) – but regardless, they were still insanely dope. His Jordans (along with this other cat’s Military IVs who rode the same bus) made me covet them – and eventually overdose on Jordans and sneakers in general years later…