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Anyways, Teddy spared us some of his valuable time to talk about the rapgame, being the richest man on the planet, Bawnoism and alot of other important stuff.

For those who don’t know,who are you?
– I am Ted Bawno. A media mogul. A lover of women and a connoisseur of the finer things in life. I am old, rich and white, but I am also more hip hop than your average polar bear. I also firmly believe that the darker the berry the sweeter the bush, if you get my drift.

Please tell our readers what the The Ted Bawno Ministries is about?
– I am the leader of the Ted Bawno Ministries, a globally-situated movement of money-minded thinkers and free spirits.

What is Bawnoism?
– Through my teachings (known the world over as Bawnoi$m) I civilize the uncivilized and enrich lives. We Bawnoi$t$ believe in financial freedom through the mental work ethic of a slave; we also believe that other non-Bawnoi$t$ should slave on behalf of Bawnoi$m, hence my rule that if you are indeed a Bawnoi$t you must forfeit 70 percent of your earnings to the Ministry. In exchange for that small fee you will enjoy the kind of bliss that Curtis ”50 Cent” Jackson once rapped about: as in ”take me to ecstasy without taking X-tasy.” I also kicked in some dough to start something called ego trip. I know you’ve heard of us/official Queensbridge murderers. We run rap when it comes to criticism, humor and race. And pretty ladies. Next Question.

All of your problems will melt away like fat
on a fat lady who is serious about Thai Bo.

In what way has the financial crisis effected TBM?
– We proud members of the Ted Bawno Ministries (TBM) LAUGH at the so-called financial crisis. All I have to say is this: if you are broke and broken, discover Bawnoi$m. Please join us. All of your problems will melt away like fat on a fat lady who is serious about Thai Bo.

What´s up with your obsession with rapper and the formerly co-owner of Source Magazine Benzino?
– I think that Raymond ”Benzino” Scott is a complex individual worthy of the cover of Complex magazine and I am proud to say that I have kept him relevant on the web and on the web of deceit we call rap. I also think his rapping is underrated and I also respect that he’s been getting money for a minute. Seventy percent of circa 1997 Source magazine money would be a good look right now. My HOPE is that Mr. Scott will join the TBM by year’s end. Because they say many important changes are to come in 2012 and it is in Mr. Scott’s interest to join us in preparation for WHAT’s NEXT.

He recently told website Ballerstatus.com that he´s looking to rekindle his old beef with Eminem. He says and i quote:
”Really now, I can consider myself a lyricist. I play with syllables, I use different flows, so now, it’s gonna be different, It’s gonna be a whole different situation, because I’m going to be going at him with a lyrical mindset. Not just saying things, trying to point out certain things. 2012, you can expect it.”
Any predictions on the outcome Ted?
– As far as Zno going after Eminem again? Anything is possible in this impossible world. Sadly, Zno taking Em out is as likely as Richard Nixon coming back as a zombie to eat Obama’s brains.

I miss rap when it was undeniably black, when guys like Lord Finesse,
WuTang and Mobb Deep would wear gold teeth, openly eat fried chicken
AND sleep with white women. Now, everything is "safe".

And that’s not very likely. What do you think about the state of hip hop right now?
– Hip hop is all about tight jeans and Drake rappin’ like a werewolf on American television. I miss rap when it was undeniably black, when guys like Lord Finesse, WuTang and Mobb Deep would wear gold teeth, openinly eat fried chicken AND sleep with white women. Now, everything is ”safe”. I want my rappers to snatch a chain before, during and AFTER the concert! Drake is too busy snatching a Sprite in-between songs. If Guru was still around he’d be tempted to slap the taste out his mouth. Like, ”obey your thirst for real rap, motherfucker!”

Haha, so who’s your favorite rapper then?
– Ghost is your host this evening. Ghostface Killah is the greatest rapper.

You got shot in ’98. What went down?
– I won’t speak on the ’98 shooting because I understand and honor the code of the streets. But I will say this: I come from the Curtis Jackson School of Revenge. Marinate on that.

Ok, let’s talk about money instead. You are the richest man on earth. What do you spend your cashflow on?
– I am very rich, yes this is true. How much money I have isn’t the issue, it’s how much money YOU don’t have that is the problem. Join the TBM TODAY!

Alright, do you do any charity work?
– As far as charity work, I try to give back as much as possible. I can’t take it with me, so I live life to the fullest. Some of the pretty ladies in my life are charity cases, but I treat them like beautiful ghetto flowers. And my money making techniques have taken many from being Bums to Billionaires. That’s the best give back, especially since I get 70 percent of their earnings. I mean, the Ted Bawno Ministries receives 70 percent of their earnings.

What does the future hold for TBM?
– The future is looking bright for the TBM. More and more people are converting to Bawnoi$m. We Bawnoi$t$ laugh at recessions. Speaking of which, I have the cure for male pattern baldness. Join the TBM and FIND OUT.

Do you have any last words for our readers?
– In closing, I would like to say ”TBM: All Day In Your Mouth. OPEN WIDE.”

Make sure you follow Ted Bawno on his twitter and check out egotripland.com

Silverkällan, Älvsborgsgatan 31
Hållplats: Ostindiegatan

Här hamnar man när man blivit för gammal för allt annat. Ingen är under 50 och ingen är salongsberusad. Här är man PACKAD. Vi slår oss ner vid ett bord och kommer omgående i samspråk med en man vid namn Ulf som kör lastbil och vill prata sex och samlevnad. Men Ulf hinner bara knappt dela med sig av att han gillar att skeda, förrän hans väninna Eva tar över samtalet. Eva kör den klassiska ”nu ska ni höra på här ungdomar”, så det gör vi. Ulf försöker desperat vinna tillbaka vår uppmärksamhet genom att hälla upp sin avslagna öl i våra glas, men förgäves. Kvällen når sitt absoluta klimax när en kvinna beställer en öl i baren men inte kan betala för den. Barkillen sätter ölen bakom sig och den törstiga kvinnan försöker upprepade gånger luta sig över bardisken och ta den så att hon nästan tippar över. Trevliga detaljer är lappen som informerar om att man inte kan dricka på krita samt att det bara finns en toalett.

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Pizzeria Emona, Ekedalsgatan 8D
Hållplats Majvallen

”Pizzeria Emona” is the perfect place for a first date…
It’s quite central without being gentrified. The staff have that lovely ”eastern promises” look and are willing to take your euros (true fact). Thats perfect if you plan to play the fancy traveler’s card with your date. The giant windows will let you see the plastic plants and the golden frames of the art hanging on the walls even if you are hanging out in the outdoor-seating with ”a view over tha block”. The advantage of sitting outside ”Emonas” is that you can keep an eye on the trams passing by within 2,5 meters away from you. You know, just in case you have to run away from your date who doesn’t live up to your expectations.
And a friendly warning for all you girls out there: Don’t get tricked by the cosy atmosphere of these 50m2 or you will stay there and end-up six months pregnant, eating a russian-bolognese-pasta all alone (true fact.)

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Restaurang Bordet, Angereds Torg
Hållplats: Angered centrum

Det första vi noterar när vi kommer in på restaurang Bordet är en liten, skrynklig man som sitter mitt i lokalen och snackar. Med sig själv. Utan uppehåll. Det låter som en remixad blandning av polska och finska men det är fullständigt omöjligt att urskilja ord. När han höjer rösten säger personalen åt honom att sluta svära. Nog för att Angered ligger lite off men att restaurang Bordet har utvecklat ett eget språk är ändå imponerande.

Lokalen delas av med en halv trävägg, på en sida är själva baren och på andra sitter foppatoffel-familjer och äter capricciosa. Tre män med rakad skalle och finsk brytning står vid bardisken och raggar oengagerat på servitrisen som äter kebab i väntan på att gå på sitt skift. Stället domineras av ensamma män som går fram och tillbaka mellan rökrummet (rökrummet!) och baren. Således det perfekta stället för dig som är kvinna, kåt och rökare.

Mvh, Sunkpatrullen nummer 1

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Alysa pub, aka Narnia, behind City kebab, Norra Hamngatan 36
Hållplats: Brunnsparken/Nordstan

The atmosphere in this exotic night bar would be comparable to a estern european central station where trains have stopped to pass by long time ago and where the waiting room is full of mute gangsters. This is the place where you better look at your beer if you are there for drinking. The good point about this place is that you can be sure to meet nobody that you know and if you drink to much the staff will be happy to make you a too spicy kebab that will make you go straight back to drink a beer after the meal.

PROTIP: If you are an ”old – foreign – prostitute” the waiters won´t touch your money directly with their hands. Now you know,

Mvh, Sunkpatrullen nummer 1

All of my friends used to tell me afterparties really wasn’t the best way of finding a good boyfriend. Each time I met someone we just ended up travelling together from mushrooms to mushrooms, bodies and minds full of rainbows. But we all know that a rainbows only lasts one day, and at the end of the rainbow only an asshole remains. An asshole who’s not even able to play nirvana on a guitar.

Before completely agreeing on the love theory of my friends, I wanted to try finding a boyfriend at a party. At least one last time. I started the evening by drinking and ended up drunk. Then I went to a park to fuck with a black guy. When we finished I noticed that he had stolen my watch. I started to fight him but he was stronger than me and I ended up going home without my bag… fuck it! The night was still young so I went home and took a shower, changed my clothes, put make-up on and left for a festival in the woods. Someone once said that nature is the best way to gather your thoughts.

At the festival in the middle of an anonymous crowd, a shadow emerged. Yes, I was a bit tipsy and yes he was probably a bit tipsy too, but instead of offering me booze, he asked me if I wanted a cup of tea.

Before I even thought about it, he gave me his phone-number and took mine. He started writing me e-mails each day for two weeks and for once it wasn’t me who fixed the date! THAT’S IT! I HAD A DATE! And a clean one! A picnic in the sun, on the top of a hill with a magical view of the city. Even music and flowers appeared at our rendez-vous. I have to say that I felt like a normal girl, on a normal date.

I learned that he had been on rehab for a couple of months. 
Would a normal girl be scared? Not a normal girl like me.

As the sun was setting he told me about his life, little by little. I learned that he had been on rehab for a couple of months. Would a normal girl be scared? Not a normal girl like me. But as it got darker, he started with these strange confessions. To relax we smoked a joint and he told me more. That he had a good job and that he had a flat, even three of them (!). What does a normal guy do with three apartments? He helps others in need of course!
– Yes, I let people who don’t have anywhere to crash or enough cash to stay anywhere else stay there, he said.
Ohhhh, what a lovely boy!
– And how does this work for you, I asked.
– They kind of work a bit for me you know. They are usually black people. And when they’re sick, I drive them to the closest hospital, he said.
– Sick? Sick??? Why should they be sick, I asked.
– Oh, after cooking for five days, you need a rest, somewhere quiet with more air to breath, my gentle one told me.

It had gotten pitch-black and it started to get cold, the batteries on the radio where all used up. Apart from us, there was no one else in the park so we left and took a train to one of the suburbs outside the city. On the way he explained to me that he chooses places far away from the city-center because he likes big buildings. He also loves ”High level design and architecture”. He wears nice clothes and has a twin sister. He eats fucking sushi, rice and fish that smell like feet, ew. Once, when he was cooking with a friend they burned their kitchen down. Since then, he prefers hiring someone to do it for him.

The train stops. There we are, surrounded by big buildings and albanian nerds listening to kosovo folk music.

At his house we wait in the corridor for a black guy to arrive with the key. When we enter I can see the living room is white, shiny and really huge. And empty. The view from the 10th floor is beautiful. He offers me a glass of wine and next to the glasses, on the plate, there is some ”powder”. While sniffing my line I catch a glimpse of the kitchen. Yes, the kitchen is big. Yes, people use it to cook. No, it doesn’t smell of food. Yes, you can eat it. You can even smoke it.
– But, over here we like it in the veins, he says.

What we shared that night wasn’t love. It was a couple of grams.

Illustrationerna här är gjorda av CODE 26, en illustratör, writer och andralånggatans främsta representant. Kolla hans grejer här.

It’s the fifth edition of the festival in Munkedal this year. So apart from the mini-golf fans there is surely someone out there who thinks it’s ok to be invaded by punks over a weekend.

Bobi, owner of the local ICA supermarket:
Personally I think it´s damn fun to have them here. Then of course I know they got some complaints. But of course it´s nice that there are colorful people visiting.

The only bad thing is the littering. They move around in the center so it gets a bit messy. Cans, food leftovers and plastic bags that they think they can throw where they stand. But they are good kids, we never had problems. And i haven´t taken one single punk for shoplifting.

When I came here this morning there were four punks laying outside the store sleeping, i guess they were hungry and wanted to buy food and had no idea what time it was when they went here. Many of them are vegetarians so we bring in a lot of vegetarian stuff to the store that we don´t normally have, like tartex, hummus and tofu. I´m not quite sure what it is but they seem to like it. And we put up a table in the front of the store where they can buy coffee and sandwiches for breakfast.

After our chat, Bobi took some pictures of those colourful consumers. We took his picture and moved towards ”the city center” to find out what the good-voting-people were thinking about all this.

Håkan
– I have never been down in the festival area myself but I have never noticed any trouble. I’m an old punk from Gothenburg myself so I think it´s fun. Actually I was thinking to go down there tonight and check it out a bit. I have grown up with Asta Kask and those bands so that´s the stuff of my youth. I work in the municipality now and when you listen to the people in charge there you notice that they think it´s fun too. It´s a boost for the community.
Morgan
– It´s a bit messy afterwards but it´s always clean again on the Monday after. I don´t know who´s cleaning but someone is.
Håkan
– You see that old people raise their eyebrows when they see the mohawks. Before, the punks were pacifists and now a lot of them are vegetarians so they are no troublemakers. The only fights i heard about is when local kids go down to the festival area and pick fights with the punks. Usually there is alcohol involved.
(Some punks walk by behind us and sing)
Håkan
– Yeah, that´s the spirit. You can´t walk around and be cranky. It´s supposed to be festival mood.

The sun is slowly setting over Munkedal and some hysteric drum echoes in the valley. As we follow the crowd of leather jackets, one question remains about that nearly perfect harmony between anarchists and that peaceful community.

Marlene, one of the festival organizers:
We had some complaints but he only incident today is that the minigolf-club cut the power because there was vandalisation, but that was not us. The minigolf-people are not thrilled that we are here i guess. They probably think it´s too close.

I mean Munkedal has the most swedish democrats (former nazi party that cleaned up) in all of west Sweden so i guess that has an influence. But basically people are positive and the municipality helps with everything. As soon as we have a problem they help out directly. They are a bunch of old men so they think it´s fun that people come and discover their little pearl. They probably think we can give them some kind of branding, that the festival makes Munkedal a bit edgy.

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Racist.
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All the tattoos I’ve photographed were handmade with needles. And 99% of them were made in jail. Russian criminals are using symbolism and their tattoos have a meaning. But the Serbian criminal tattoos are made just for fun, just to pass the time. Some are actually quite ok and others look totally trashed. I had a drink with every guy that I photographed, and they always had a little crazy story to tell me about themselves”

A Note from Jeanot’s travel diary:
”In front of Belgrade Central Station I met this guy escorted by his son. They were gypsies and said they lived in Germany. When I saw the tattoo on his arm I asked if I could take a picture of it. Like most of the people I’ve met he asked for some money for me to take a pic. I always refuse giving money, I prefer buying them a few beers (always a good excuse to drink one more myself). So I paid for the beers and we started to chat. (My Yougoslavian friend was translating). His son had a trumpet and just came back from the Goutca Folk Music Festival. I asked him if he could play me a song and he did. It was an extremly basic tune. He confessed he had the trumpet just to hit on girls during the festival. Then he took his cellphone and started to show me pictures of girls that he fucked. He insisted on showing me a picture of a girl saying that he ate her pussy in a hardcore way and that she screamed a lot. Then I asked to see the rest of the tattoos”

His name is Paolo, a gypsy and one of my favorite ”foto and tattoo meetings”.
Paolo was kind of a friend of mine, I met him in the bar at the Central Station in Belgrade. The bar opened at 5p.m. and sometimes I went there by myself and sometimes with my homies. Paolo on the other hand was there everyday. He usually got wasted and then went home on the totally fucked-up 40 minute-busride leading away from Belgrade. He speaks french because he used to live in Lausanne, Swizerland, which is actually were I live. He lived the major part of his life in Neuchatel. Back there he was a coke and smack dealer. ”Those were good times”, he says. ”Loads of ladies, loads of blow and loads of cash” He told me a lot of stories, lots of lies I suppose, but also some obvious truths. One of them was dealing dope in a bar in Neuchatel and at the time he was fucking the wife of his boss.

When I went back home I went looking for this fucked-up bar that he had told me about. The bar existed so I asked some of my friends from the village about the place and it was actually a hook up joint for junkies. They assured me that the kingpins wifey surely was being fucked by Paolo.

Paolo was caught in Germany with 1kg of coke and did 10 years in jail. He had two big scars on his wrists, from suicide attempts I suppose. Violetta was the name of his wife, in who he was crazy in love. I then found out that she died and I left it at that. I didn’t ask more about her. But ever since she died he had been hanging out in the bar, smoking cigarettes and selling sun-glasses, perfumes and other crappy products to tourists. He is a really good fella and I hope to meet him the next time I’m in Belgrade”.

I want to thank Paolo and all the other gypsies, www.maximage.biz, and Fuzi U.V.
Psst! Keep an eye out for Jeanot Angelats upcoming book ”Dessins a vie”.

So you do it for the girls then?
Well, not really. You know kinda sorta but just to trip out. We always kinda had that type of vibe and we always had that subject matter pretty much from the beginning. It´s kind of what people expect when they listen to our music. But thats´s not all. There are other more serious songs as well.

A lot of your lyrics is about weed and women. Is that the most important things in your life?
Nah, it´s just some of the things that we do most of (laughing). It´s not the most important thing and it´s not the…(Forgets what he was tryin to say)
It´s much more than a high, it´s something different. The weed it´s just there during the time. It´s like a footballplayer and his equipment, yaknowwhatimsayin (laughs). He won’t play football without his equipment.

When did you start smoking weed?
I guess when i was around like thirteen maybe.

Do you remember the first time?
Yeah kinda, kinda.

What were you doing?
Well, my homeboys, umm a dude named Boomer and his brother Tony, they smoked. I used to fuck with them, you know like; -stop all this smoking man, that shit aint good for you maaan! (Making a funny annoying voice).
And they be like;
-Aww, you don´t know what you talk about man. 
I was playing sports at the time and i was like; -you wont be able to run, you run slow and you won´t be able to play basketball, you won´t be able to do nuthin!
And he be like;
- ”Nigga, i can beat you runnin”.
I was like; -you crazy, come on let´s go!
Man, he was just swisssh (imitating flashing sound). I was ahead of him a little bit and he just passed me. I was like; -oh shit, man let me hit that!!! (Both laughing)

Did you feel like you got hooked on weed that day?
Nah. I never been hooked. I been smoking for 25 years and i ain’t been hooked! (bursts into laughter). Nah, it`s some sort of a medicine almost yaknow?
It can serve as a medicine, it can serve as clothing, it can serve as a lot of different things you know? Weed is not a ”quote on quote ” drug yaknowwhatimsaying?
It´s a controlled substance that ”they” (The goverment) control. They are not able to tax it so it´s hard to legalize it.

Do you have any bad experiences smoking weed? Like paranoia?
Ummm, not really. In highschool i always thought;
-I know they know i´m high. I wonder if they can smell it? I spray some of this shit on it.
Do they see my red eyes?
I always used to put visine in my eyes. But other than that nah! (both laughing)