Second only to the 15th, the 27th might be the second most pivotal day in the history of September? Why, you may ask? Because it is the day that a young B. Krans was squeezed out into this world in some midwest state far far away.
To help commemorate this day, i decided to stroll through memory lane a post a few photos.
Here we have Mr Krans Dispensing wisdom, doing very well to impersonate Melvin Gibson
In this exhibit, we managed to get a action photo of Krans in geometry class circa 11th grade. Now we know why you write!!
Aside from pimping his pen, Krans is also a volunteer paramedic. Here he is performing the Heimlich on Chewbacca, and enjoying it, might I add.
Don’t forget he blades too!! Here he is getting REAL topside on a mizou.
Here he is braving the harsh urban reality of the East Bay, with another mizou.
Sometimes, not even your mizous can save you.
Krans, after taking a shower.
Here he is vandalizing 19th and Wawona, which is a community center for underprivileged Salvadoran immigrants.
For a while, the storied Sunset District of San Francisco received higher than normal fog. As it turns out, it was not fog, rather smoke mixing in with the already high amount of fog. I present to you the reason behind said increase.
Lets not forget his political ability.”Twas him who convinced the big wigs downtown to allow a bunch of boozing bladers to place metal pipes in the middle of San Francisco’s Sunday Streets event. Here he is doing a mizou of triumph after exerting his negotiating prowess on the Downtown bureaucrats.
I leave you with an image of Brian cooling real tough in the Brownsville Housing Projects, wishing a motherfucker would mayne.
So all of yall, make sure you wish him a belated Birthday. He likes facebook likes, and comments, but if you want to actually write him, send him your panties, or maybe an ounce of white powder, his physical address is 850 Bryant St. San Francisco California 94103. Be sure to omit your return address if you plan on sending the white powder however.