blade or die

Obviously, I don’t skate because it’s cool. We all have seen the trend of the media to hop on the 90s bandwagon that’s rolling through America right now. According to one dude at a roller skating rink, rollerblading, “is on the way out.” On it’s way out? Not to sound like a hipster, but bitch, […]

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The identity of man in modern society is not a clear one. It is not defined such as it was for generations before us. Back then, when Pappy was chasing tail, a man was supposed to chase tail, smoke cigarettes, drink whiskey, win the bread, and slap his wife’s ass when he got home. Most […]

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Sorry to anyone who reads this. It’s been a hectic few weeks putting out books, selling that shit, celebrating that shit, and taking care of man-business shit. But, alas, in the few spare moments I have had, I have been thinking about what’s been going on. Really, with the few remaining brain cells that refuse […]

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There’s some causes that require a valiant effort, a sacrifice only to do what you think is right. It’s the noblest of causes—toil based on conviction. Men who dedicate their heart and character for all they know and love stand above heroes. Who doesn’t believe they’re doing that? Sometimes things don’t work. Occasionally, all you […]

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One night in San Francisco, a van full of rollerbladers walk into a bar. They’re having fun, getting drunk, and doing things drunk rollerbladers do. A blader you may know is casually talking to a young lass. Female: So how do you guys all know each other? Fish: We rollerblade. Female (laughs): No, really, how […]

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I haven’t been writing on rollerblading much because, well… Actually, there are a lot of reasons. I guess as I get older, there’s more to experience and do. Some of it has to do with rollerblading, some of it doesn’t. Some of them are distractions, others are steps closer to doing what you want to […]

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This is all I’ve got for now. Blade or Die, — Brian Krans

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Aww shit, son! It be all mother fucking June. That mean it all be nice out  and shit for months. Get them fucking blades out, son, it be mother fucking June! Or not. Maybe if it’s raining where you are like it is here in sunny San Francisco, then you’ve got too much time on […]

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Missing a truespin grind and splitting a rail, sliding out, earning another scrape on the knee that is visible from the top side of your jeans, as you watch the blood pool, anticipating the sting you will be receiving once you hit the shower. Bruises, cuts, strains, a sprained ring finger, Blading is not for […]

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Dear God, How ya been, buddy? I see you’ve been busy with that whole Judgment Day/Rapture business. Man, sorry that didn’t work out for you. I don’t know if you were busy or what, but thanks for not coming down here and beating the living piss out of us. More importantly, thanks for sending down […]

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