Crucial!

And one of his awesome twin boys! But I still can never tell who is who, Lincoln or Radley, so let's call him Hero. Of note: that Rob Fulstone, aka Dj Crucial, skates on old Gonz decks he buys, often after rebuilding their tails and sanding their edges and loading them down with vintage beautiful overstock, like, OJ IIIs or Slimeballs or something. White Trackers with pink risers.

And apparently Herbert finally after four months in the driveway learned switch-crooks, big fucking deal.

Nose Manny

Everyting Can Kickfleep

I suppose we owed them this much. After all that Z-Boys stuff, the crouching and leaning and getting radical while waiting for the next morning's break. Fair is fair.

But this, below, let's reflect a second. Who exactly is in charge over there at BMX or whatever's headquarters? Who to contact re: some nature of royalty or hush-money? Who to apologize for all the dented copings and awkward backward ride-outs?

And so we suppose that's that. Someone get on the horn to Union Pacific. Time to kickflip a train, son.

Overdue AZ Post

A sweet crew of dudes invited me to meet up in Arizona a little bit ago and good times were had by all. Nate killed it everywhere we went and skated for hours with the enthusiasm and radical energy of a 15 year old. Tim did some stylish laybacks and slappy'd everything he could find. Charlie is one of my favorite dudes and he apparently does a mean Jim Jarmusch impression when he's trying to bribe you into doing fantastic feats of flatground trickery. We skated a parking garage in a sunshower. The Nicks kept the good vibes flowing all week and I got to meet Todd from Detroit. Sick! I also got to make this crappy movie, enjoy.

Lurkish Delight

ParkingBlock Tim gets the necessary still to complement the motion capture. Nollie flip to chink chink at Del Mar, click the tiny silly photo below to enlarge (waaaaaay worth your click):

Say They Shit Aint Dope

Looking white shirt. Looking hair good. Looking ryan. Wisconsin. Haggard as fuck.

"Always Carry an Umbrella, Kid"

I've been rocking The Millennium's "To Claudia on a Thursday" fairly nonstop recently, but I had no idea the album version was so hugely superior, thanks to the Prelude, available here for looking and listening...

And should anyone forget that Chris Bower is a genius, please have even the gentlest of ganders at his "Wit: My Text From Write Club," the entirety of which is goddamned amazing, as the line following will attest:

My grandfather used to hide from God in bars. When people used to ask him why he thought God couldn't find him in bars, he would say, "I don't believe in God, I am not an idiot."