I see a Red Door

Red_Door_HDR, originally uploaded by raymfer.

Skated around the Mission today and took some photos from around the Neighborhood. Overall nice day. It was good to de-stress and get out of my head.

Space Cowboys Ship Shape Party

Domino & Ray, originally uploaded by raymfer.

Domino and I at the Space Cowboys Ship Shape Party last night at Kelly's Mission Rock. Good times. As per my usual modus operandi, I picked up pieces of costume from friends and ended up with what you see. All the usual suspects where there, as well as some new friends i'd made in Umbertisville. Their weren't alot of folks there, but this crew knows how to have a good time for sure. Yet another reason why our move to San Francisco has proven time and again to be absolutely correct.
*Highlight of the night was me spreading a false rumor that there was an afterparty at The Church of Bad Ideas (Danny and Schlomo's house) which I failed to attend. LOL

TV Production Shoot in The Mission for "Trauma"

trauma_TV_Production_Shoot, originally uploaded by raymfer.

Having Coffee with Schlomo at Sugarlump and came across a Film Crew for the show Trauma. They where set up in front of a church on 24th and Florida. There was a sign on the church that read "Mission Police Station."

Blogs, beginnings, and Being John Belushi

I can't shut the fuck up.  Seriously.  If your reading this you're probably well aware of this fact.  Because of this fact I decided to start a blog- at the behest of my good friend Schlomo.  I'm also plagued with horribly wrong opinions- hence the title: Ray's Matter of Fucking Factlies.  So when I write something you know to be absolutely incorrect you can think to yourself, is that a matter of fucking fact? Well it is to me asshole.  

 So despite what you think about blogs, maybe you'll find this particular blog slightly more entertaining than an OSHA safety film.  So Ok, I can't shut the fuck up, check.  So what?  Well, what do you do with all these thoughts and rants and stories that have no where to go?  Apparently you put it in a blog for people to read while on the john.  But where to start?  Well, the past couple of years has been interesting so I guess that's as good a place to start as any.  But before I  get there I should tell you that I'm "prone to embellishment" and anything you read here may or may not exist so don't read this and get all Matlock about the fucking details.  If I write that I am a Nobel Prize winning Jewish Paramedic from the Mississippi delta,  just let it go and No I don't want to join your Southern Paramedic's group on facebook.  Ok, so back to the beginning:

Cut to 3 years ago. I had been in Atlanta under witless protection for about 8 years.  Three years later I have moved three times (Las Vegas, Los Angeles, San Francisco) I have had 4 jobs, 3 motorcycles, 1 soap Box derby trophy, and no less than 0 DUI's.  I have not lied in the last three sentences, which I regard as personal triumph.  But the past 3 years have been  crazy and now I find myself in San Francisco and anticipating a whole new round of insanity.  I'd like to think of this blog as evidence for a case indictment being built by my friends so feel free to chime in and add evidence as you see fit.  I've been threatening to write down some of the things I say for a while now and this feels like as good a place as any to start. It won't be based in reality, it will be laden or "draped" with inside jokes that only three people may get, and will probably not make any sense at all but will probably make you laugh atleast once.   What does any of this have to do wioth being John Belushi?  Thats the inside joke I was talking about.  

The Jim's don't get the John's

I was walking around he other day and I was trying to explain the difference between Jims and Johns to my friend Schlomo.  In my world, there are two types of men- Jims and Johns.  That being John Belushi versus Jim Belushi.  Same blood, same dna, but It's fairly easy to discern one from the other. The Johns of the world are the first guy you think of when your throwing a bachelor party.  John's are the guy you call to come bail you out of jail or help pop start your motorcycle.  But more than any of that- John's are the dangerously unpredictable "match in a fireworks factory."  Anything can and usually does happen around and because of the Johns.  The Jims on the other hand are fuckheads that become investment bankers or realtors.  They have kid friendly apartments and homogenized relationships and when you mention The Minutemen they look at you like "wtf?"  I've spent the better part of my life behind the 8ball with a Jim Belushi on the other side with a pool stick in hand.