The Gas Pump Inspector With The Thorn In His Side...

Plum Krazy at Kooky's.....

Hippy Doug's Magical Jam Device.

Butters on the struggle.

























Big Al, the Foreman of Kookmeyer's Konstruction.





Alway's a ripping time up in the ol' KookWoods.

PERILOUS!

Displaying Gratuitous Amounts Of Gnugliness...

Billy D said he was a dick....

"Dude, let's go shred the gnar at Huddy!"

OH! HOLD ON! GRAB THE FUCKING SURFBOARDS!

Days of retardation and uncleanliness.

Some most definite "WHAT THE FUCK'S?" up in this post. Traiiiipsiiiiiin!

Curmudgeon my Budgeon.

I do not belong to these ages in which I am alive.

Could It Be True???

I feel as though I have begun to tack an R at the beginning of my evolution in skateboarding. Revolution? As the days creep by and I find myself a tidbit older, and I suppose most days a sliver on the wiser side, I also find myself enjoying skateboarding more and more. Now that totally mind altering, distracting thought of an all out assault on an innocent set of parking blocks, or a shoddy quarter pipe at the end of someones driveway begins to occupy my brain even more. It's as though I have been able to fully realize that no matter where I am with my skateboard, we are together in a universe rich with possibilities and opportunities to, if only temporarily, splash that raging inferno of desire with a cool trickle of ultimate satisfaction. So let's go out together, find a pleasantly trashy nook of the world with a plank of wood and a wall, and shitbeat the titties out of it.

Back To Reality....