Young love – there’s nothing quite like it. Trying to cope with feelings you can’t hope to understand, new sensations at every turn, and trying to figure out what the heck the peepees and other naughty bits are for. Love can make you do crazy things and without the wisdom of age the problem is exacerbated. When 19-year-old Gerald (his friends call him G) woke up today, he wasn’t thinking about stealing cars, his thoughts were on his one and only love, Anabel (romantic ass name, right?). But when you’re blinded by love things aren’t always what they seem to be. See Anabel was on the run, she skipped town about 6 months ago and met Gerald at a party her first week here. The two quickly became an item which, unbeknownst to Gerald, was all part of Anabel’s plan. She needed a place to live and getting a job just wasn’t her style so she used Gerald for his home and his heart.

As time went on this she-devil began to grow tired of Gerald and his kind eyes, she was ready to find a new mark. Anabel called her old connect, Leroy, a long-time pimp and drug pusher. She said she needed some quick cash so she could afford a plane ticket to California and Leroy had just the job for her. If you’re picturing the ‘ass-to-ass’ scene from Requiem right now then you are spot on (Anabel is a dirty hoe). When she got home that night G was asleep. She collected her measly belongings and slowly crept out the door.

When G woke up he could feel something missing both in his bed and in his heart. He sprung up, grabbed his phone and ran to the front room. As the line continued to ring his eyes bounced around searching for a note, a piece of clothing, anything that had Anabel on it. She didn’t answer. Gerald had met Leroy briefly a few nights before when he sold the couple some Oxycontins and a few grams of coke. He called Leroy and said he wanted to meet up and get some more stuff.

The two met in Chelsea at the Rub BBQ on West 23rd Street. Leroy knew what Gerald was up to and brought his pistol (a .22 with a chrome grip) to the meet. Gerald immeditately confronted Leroy the Pimp about Anabel’s whereabouts. Realizing this teenager’s situation, the pimp thought it best to feed this kid a line of crap so he can move on with his life. He told Gerald that Anabel had been killed and if Leroy told anyone he would be next. As he relayed this story his hand slowly lifted the bottom hem of his shirt to reveal his weapon. Gerald saw the gun and was startled; he had never seen a fire arm in real life before.

Without another word he shot up from his seat and barged out the door. G was lost – his love was murdered and he did nothing to stop it. His chest swelled up and he could feel his eyes beginning to tear.

Just then two women were dropping their car off at the local park and pay. Randy (the parking attendant) handed the women their ticket and walked over to his post. It was Leon’s turn to park the car (other attendant) and Randy was in no mood to pick up someone else’s slack. An argument ensued between the two of them as Gerald made a B-line for the mammoth-sized vehicle. All he could see was Anabel’s face and Leroy’s gun. Before he knew it he was flying through Chelsea, side swiping busses and running reds. With flashing lights in his rear view he knew there was no turning back. He was going to kill Leroy and any unlucky bystander who was satiating their rib craving at that time. Unfortunately for Gerald, this building was much stronger than the stolen vehicle, regardless of make or model, and was only able to injure himself.

Now Gerald sits, waiting on a verdict. All because of a dirty, dirty woman named Anabel and her taste for the fast life. Let this be a lesson for lovers everywhere; you never know when the person you love is actually a nasty swindler out to do you wrong.

I like girls that like girls that like cats.

GOOSEBUMPS “SCARED TO SEE A DOCTOR” RECORD RELEASE SHOW AT 538 JOHNSON (FULL SETS FROM GOOSEBUMPS, AJAX, MERCENARY, LIBYANS, AND LA MISMA)

Like an episode of Jerry Springer, but with more fireworks.

FIGHT CLUB: THE BEST OF FRIDAY NIGHT THROWDOWN

Following the news of Throwdown’s return at SXSW this year with a Texas vs. NYC event, it seems only appropriate to take a look back at the history of Friday Night Throwdown, and the coverage we’ve had of it here on Superchief over the years. For the uninitiated; Friday Night Throwdown wasn’t just NYC’s best underground boxing event, it was NYC’s best underground party.

TEXAS VS. NYC: THROWDOWN RETURNS AT SXSW THIS YEAR

The organization that brought Ford models, Marines and Bloods together for New York’s best underground party is bringing their business to Austin, and bringing with them a Texas vs. NYC event…and Superchief will be covering the whole thing, from start to finish.

THIS APRIL: SUPERCHIEF GALLERY NYC PRESENTS JOHN FELIX ARNOLD III’S “EXCORRIGIA | THE SCOURGE”

From the world of UNSTOPPABLE TOMORROW, Superchief Gallery NYC returns this spring with John Felix Arnold III’s EXCORRIGIA | THE SCOURGE, an exhibition of new works in painting, drawing, mixed media, installation, and sound. The exhibition will run from April 3 through April 13, and there will be an opening reception on Thursday, April 3 from 6-10pm at CultureFix on 9 Clinton Street.

HIGH ON HUNGER: JANE CHARDIET

“High on Hunger” is Jane Chardiet’s new zine, featuring personal essay, photography and interviews with 12 artists, including some of our favorites, about their 2013 and their artistic goals in the new year, along with photographs of each licking fire. It’s good stuff, so I asked Jane about her 2013, because turnabout’s fair play and that’s how the game works.

12 O’ CLOCK BOYS (BALTIMORE STREETBIKE REALNESS)

Whatever your city is doing, what the homies out in B-More are doing is 10x as crazy. 12 O’ Clock Boys is one of the hardest movies we’ve seen in a long time, hands down, exploring a city and a culture that just doesn’t give a fuck (and featuring Baltimore himies like Schwarz on the soundtrack) the film gets more done in it’s 75 minutes than most documentaries do in twice that.

TAPE BAG #1: I HAVEN’T GOTTEN OFF MY COUCH IN DAYS.

Talking shit on random tapes cuz I wanna. Round one: Mongrel, Skinny Puppy, Madonna, Gowanus Mutant Kommandos, Temple of the Dog and MORE.

R.I.P RICKY LUANDA OF CHAIN GANG

Ricky Luanda of the experimental NYC punk band Chain Gang, one of the coolest bands ever, passed away earlier this week from esophogeal cancer. Watch 10 minutes of the bands’ rare, legendary, batshit crazy 1980′s film “MONDO MANHATTAN” right here.

ALWAYS KEEP THE CAMERA RUNNING: MAKS SUSKI’S VIDEOS OF THE NYC MUSIC SCENE

Maks Suski has been hard at work documenting live music in NYC on video for the last 4 years; we asked him to compile a list of some of his favorite videos that he’s shot, a list that includes Japanther, Action Bronson, Death Grips, Culo, Crystal Castles, Limp Wrist, Black Pus and more.

THERE IS A TINY LEG A QUARTER OF AN INCH BELOW YOUR TENTH RIB.

“Although Tiny Leg’s sound owes much of it’s inspiration to the Oakland glucose and thumbtrack scenes of the mid-nineties, and has been called by HotFridge magazine ‘a thumbcore homage to the sound of Velvet Curtis and Taco’ and ‘a slick-stale, neo-juicy, post-hipster alchemy, somewhere in between gluke-wave and puke-base’ by PeckerwoodsToday, those sentences are too journalistic and not souague enough, if one may permit my french.”

DAWN OF HUMANS, HANK WOOD & THE HAMMERHEADS, AND PHARMAKON PLAYED PS1 SATURDAY NIGHT (FULL SETS)

PUNK NOT ART NOISE NOT MUSIC ACK ACK ACK ACK

TOD SEELIE’S “BRIGHT NIGHTS” BOOK RELEASE & PHOTO SHOW AT SUPERCHIEF GALLERY AT CULTUREFIX (VIDEO)

Tod Seelie’s book release and photo show at Superchief Gallery at CultureFix was a celebration of the last 15 years of New York’s underground, for sure; but it also kept an eye on the future.

FUCKED UP CLOSED OUT 285 KENT’S LAST SHOW (FULL SET)

285 Kent finished it’s run last Sunday night; check out full video of Fucked Up’s headlining set right here.

SUPERCHIEF GALLERY AT MIAMI ART BASEL 2013: WILL SMITH CAN SUCK IT.

Superchief Gallery’s showing at Select Fair 2013 is even bigger, better and more batshit crazy than our 2012 showing was – check out photos here, and for homies in Miami, we’ll be at the Catalina Hotel all this week!

STACY KRANITZ’S SKATOPIA (50+ Photos From a Burnout’s Paradise)

Photographer Stacy Kranitz recently journeyed to Skatopia, a famed 88 acre skate park/commune in Ohio which was founded in 1995, documented in the 2010 film of the same name, and once described by writer Kevin Duffel as “a demented mess that meets halfway between an anarchistic Mad Maxian Thunderdome and a utopian skateboard society.” Goddamn if it isn’t one of the best things we’ve ever seen.