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Locked my keys in my locker. Damn near opened it, but as I was turning the picks to open it, they slipped! So, after a couple of hours of frustration, I walked nine blocks for some Mexican food; two carnitas tacos and an al pastor super burrito (no rice.) #FUCKIT (Taken with Instagram)
This is an extension of my normal blog, www.therebelrouser.com. Greaser culture, hair, music, lifestyle, rockabilly music, fashion, and a whole lot more. As well as my affinity for pomade. Not that drug store brand, but that greasy shit that holds your pompadours, coats your pillows and sticks to your Levis. As much as I, or any guy likes to look at pin-ups, you won't be seeing much of that around here. So no Bettie Page copycats, skinny-jean-wearing models (unless I'm making fun of it, of course,) or zombie bullshit. Big body American made cars and trucks, full pompadours, and beer. Unless stated otherwise, I do not own or claim to own the photos I post up. The source will be named or linked to. And for those who care about their pictures being used on the internet, make a private photobucket or flickr account. It's not that hard.
