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....

Lit-Tle

Life's a bore...

Antics. Antics. Antics.

My New Favorite Skateboarder...

Ladies, Gentlemen, Children Alike....

HARK! HARK! Have yourself a Murray, Murray Christmas!

Grooved to Death....

Al Partanen Is Possesed.

Random Happenings As Of Late.

Steere had a bit of a formal shindig at his residence. It was good times. I guess it looks like there was no one there, but don't be fooled. All of the cool dudes and dudettes were in full attendance...


Dave had it going on all damn night.



These brothers are pure awesomeness. Both tall. Both hilarious.


Biz is another awesome dude. And he's also really tall.






Of course Steere was over his own party before anyone. What a dick.




Then Pete beat him until he was happy again.


Courtney looking amazing. My boo.