November 14, 2009

We had the full line up today. It was like Christmas day as Trey handed out new boards to Sam and I. Mike on the other hand...he got the short end of the stick. I've said it before, Mike has had more set-ups than anyone else I've ever met. He's gotta be the only skater who shows up to skate without a skateboard. Today wasn't like a spontaneous sesh either. He'd known we were going to go skate all week and some how still managed to forget his skateboard. Or, he just likes to torture the rest of us by making us scramble to throw together a BAS community board. It was like we were extras on a Macgyver episode hooking him up with random shit we had it our pockets to make some crazy contraption to get us all out of some unnecessary predicament. Trey has a board, wheels, bushings and bearings but no trucks. I have hangers and baseplates (minus a kingpin) but no bushings. Sam has a baseplate with a kingpin but no hangers. Miraculously we managed to pull it off though and it was all worth it, sort of.
In non-Mike related news, T Little broke his board on what would've been an epic double flip over a bump to gap. Despite multiple sticks, the roll away slipped through his grasp and left him dirty and in a state of self pity. Luckily he got a single flip kick so at least he has that to show for himself. Next time fool!
P.S. We got some footy but it was horrible, even by blog footy standards.

October 31st, 2009

Yo! We started out a bit off schedule. T-Little's mum's F-250's radiator decided not to function at its full potential this morning, so he had to help her out I bit. I recommended she get a better car. So he showed up to Bell a bit late. Sam and I were skating for about an hour before he showed up. I was trying to learn backlips to hurricane or sugarcane or whatver that shit is called. It's a work in progress. Today's outcome was definetely not desirable, but it's a step in the right direction. We then went to Horace Mann. Trey was supoooosed to land a half cab nose body varial to bside tail. He was getting super close, and I know if he saw the footy, he'd wanna kick himself for not seeing it through. It was looking pretty tight and he landed on his shit a few times. It was in his clutches, but slipped away, as many things do in life. I did a few fake back nose shuvs and got a few angles to prove it. Sam had a close call with death. He was trying to do a fakie back tail or front nose, I don't really know what it's technically called, but Clyde Singleton put that trick on the map when he did it down Hubba. So he tried that shit and it slipped out on him and he came down on his board, which rolled out from underneath him and as he was falling face down, he caught his arm on the ledge causing his back to arch beyond it's normal scope. I thought he broke his arm and Trey thought he heard a crack. Sam lay there in pain, sort of coughling like he was gonna puke. His face was all red and he was swearing in agony. I thought "this is it, he's really done it now." but a few minutes later we were laughing about it. So he was benched for the rest of the day and he was able to skate away a little sore. We then rolled out to Ikea for some delicous food from their dollar menu. Sam was feining for a slice of their greasy ass pizza all day. It was tight.

Saturday, October 17th, 2009 - Bittersweet

Today was bittersweet for most of us. Let me start from the beginning. Today was the first time in many months that our whole crew was assembled into one functioning unit. We was rollin' hella deep in my wife's black bug (flowers included). We were sooo tight in that shit, both literally and figuratively. We were packed in like sardines and ready to stomp one of Oside's best parks. I forgot the park's name, but it starts with an M. Ask Chad Bartie cause he was all up in that shit. I know what you is thinking, but he was not the star of the show. Back from his long hiatus from the BAS crew, Mr. Trey himself was in attendance. Let me tell you what, all of his skating he's put in over the summer has really paid off. Much to Mike's dismay (cause Trey told Mike he looked like he's been packing more heat than usual), I rewarded T-Little with the our most prestigious MVP award today. Everyone put in some good work, but I think, and I think everyone in attendance would agree, T-Little pulled ahead of the crew. Let me recap how we all fared: I did a nollie backside heel on the hip, a long front nose grind 1 eights on a bump to ledge, a front tail on the bank to ledge, and a steezy backlip to roll-in on the ledge to slant. Mike hit a frontside flip and a switch flip on the hip, and a 50/50 on the long rail. Sam pulled a monster trey flip on the hip, a board down the big fat rail, a board to fakes on the long rail, and probably a bunch of other stuff that I didn't see. Finally, Trey handled a feeble and 50/50 on the long rail, some tailsliides on the little bank, a b side nose grind on the ledge to slant, a frontside bigspin, nollie inward heel, and frontside flip (I think) on the hip. But what really sealed the deal, was his trey flip to noselide on the little bump to ledge. I'm the only one who actually witness the anomaly, and it was sick! From there we went to 7-11 where Trey was hit with some terrible news; homie's car got fucking towed the shit out of my complex. He was hella bummed and so was I (probably not to the same extent) but none the less, I felt really guilty and offered my boy a slurp. It was the least I could of done ( I will get you back someday fool). From there we went to a tranny park that was pretty wack except for a game of skate we played. It was a close game, but once again, MVP boy served us some fresh new tricks. Sam was defeated with a buttery bigspin flip while Mike coached him to do a kick (which was a nail in my coffin) on every turn. Speaking of which, Mr. Mike bruised his heel. Big surprise. Homie has had a slew of unfortunate luck when it comes to his dumb ass feet on a skateboard. Gotta train harder fool!



Then I spotted some stairs and persuaded Trey he could kick the fuck out of them. He came pretty close and threw his body down the 9 multiple times to only walk away with a hesher roll away and a broken board along with bruised heels. I could see in his eyes he'd had enough. He was a big enough trooper to stick it out a it longer and film Sam and I try to skate some blue wooden benches that went a cross a grass gap. I almost got a backside fiver, but my speed was diminished by the end of the ledge. From there, we had to go face the music and drive home to retrieve Trey's impounded whip. We were supposed to stop by Guitar Center to get Sam, aka Chris Carraba, a new guitar. I was burnt out and had to be home for dinner so I opted out of that detour. When we arrived at the fucking lame-ass Paxton Towing shithole, things unfolded for the worse. While Trey was waiting for his paper work to be processed, he notices a little green Tacoma lurking in the impound lot. Turns out that was Sam's. So Sam had to fork over his guitar money to get his shit out. Once again, I felt shitty (probably not to the same extent though. I will get you back somehow, someday for that homie). So like I said, today was bitter sweet. Sweet in regards to our crew being back together and having fun and landing tricks, but bitter cause there were some injuries and a lot of money lost.

Sunday October 4, 2009

This day was a pretty good skate day. We only hit up two spots, but managed to skate from 11 to 3:30. That’s pretty excessive for me. Sam did the most skating during the first half of the day. He was blasting some wallrides and some kicks off a loading dock over a rail. I was trying to get the perfect pic of a mid flip, but my trigger finger was either too quick or too slow. I managed to squeeze out two good ones, even though he probably rolled away from 5 or six of ‘em. There is also this cool little tranny with a rail on top that we skated. It’s actually harder to skate than it looks. Sam came close to a feeble and I did a little baby tailslide on it, I felt like Guy Mariano in his first run in Mouse minus the speed and the huge fence.





We then moved on to my favorite spot, the H Street spot, which was shut down over the summer, but is fully skateable again. Thank God! I did a little two trick run at the bars and a fakie shuv to manny into a little wedge ramp we set up inspired by Bobby Puleo’s part in Static 2. I’m all about dropping references in this blog. I had fun though. Maybe our crew will be solid again in the up coming weeks and we can get some serious work done, all for fun or course.

September 12, 2009

I don't have much to say about this day. I actually landed a couple of things, which is out of the ordinary. Hopefully, I will get a little boost of momentum from them. Maybe it's cause I hooked up an Expedition board. I seem to come through more when I'm riding one. Till next time homies.

September 06, 2009

Hot hot hot. So fucking hot these days. I had huuuuuuge expectations for today...which of course fell flat. What's new right? Well, I had a revelation today. I realized that I am not that good of a skateboarder by today's standards. I used to not really think about it too much and just did whatever I felt like and that was that. However, lately my days have been filled with keeping up on current events and watching videos from the up-and-coming youths, which is really putting a damper on my self esteem and forcing me to face reality – big shuvs are out of the question, big spin shuvs are plausible, and shuvs are do-able. Enough of my self loathing and degradation, I will get back to it.



Today we started out downtown. We went to go hit up a wallride at a dilapidated building, only to find that shit had been leveled. Great. Strike one. Then we went to this green box spot where I dreamed of doing a back tail big spin out. Ha! I could barely get on the fucking tail, and that stressed me out quite a bit, which doesn't take much these days. Luckily Sam came through with a switch crook to regs. I snapped a pic, but no footy fool.



Then we hit up a ledge spot in Linda Vista. It woulda been fun, but it was blazing and I had a headache. Sam smithed the fuck out of the high ledge though. That was pretty much it.



So then we headed up to Garfield Elementary where I summoned my board to meet up with my feet after a fakie shuv so that we could go into a manny. That shit showed up but took off immediately and forced my ass into a bit of a fall that severely bruised my ego and my shin. I didn't want to give up on the spot so I started trying a fake backtail big spin. I failed at that and ended up just doing a shuv out. Whatevs.




I dropped Sam off at his whip and he was gracious enough to follow me to the ledge behind Vons where I miraculously landed a backside to fakie pivot grind and nose grind. Well, not really the nose grind but the pic looks sic and will take up space on the page to make it look like I am tighter then I really am. That's it.

June 26th & July 4th, 2009

Happy 4th of muthafucking Joolie fool! Editors Note: Due to the recent economic climate, the Bomb Ass skating staff has been reduced by 50 percent. We had to let some homies go to balance the budget. Not really. As already reported, Trey Dog is up babysitting the kiddies and Sam is out cultivating hippy food. Can't wait to get some of his hippy goat cheese. Shit is sooooo good! Anyway, this Saturday (4th) was just me and Mike skating the ledges over in Otay Ranch. Boy was it hot. I also threw in some footy from last weekend.

June 20th, 2009

It's been two weeks since the last post. Sorry about that. I got hung up doing non skating relating things such as: painting, um... what else? Fuck I know I did some other shit besides painting. Oh! I guess I've been working on the first printed blog post. It's basically the April 11th entry printed with hand drawn illustrations. It's turning out pretty good and should be available for distribution in a week or so. Hit me up if you want to reserve your copy. ilove5rz@yahoo.com.
So, today and last Sunday, Mike and I ventured back in to the fatherland, the High School. We were filming for the new 9five commercial. From what I've seen so far (Mike's shown me some teasers) it's looking pretty tight. Actually, it's sounding pretty tight fool. I'm excited to see it hit the streets. Basically, these last two weekends have been strictly business. But today for a brief moment, Mike and I were able to shrug of our duties and skate for fun for a moment. I took some pics and here they are.
oh, and the homie Trey fool, he like cut fool. Straight peaced it and went to go live off the grid up in Fresno. We will be seeing you homie! Hopefully.





Mike says "its like 80s thrashin meets ipath meets AVE" I'm coming up!

May 29th, 2009 DC Welcomes the Bomb Ass Crew

Shit was ugly outside on Saturday. All fucking raining and shit. Rain can drain the hype meter like watching a Corey Duffel impersonator drink beer trying smith grinds. So, just when we thought we were down and out, Trey received a special phone call from DC inviting the crew up to its warehouse for an exclusive skate jam. They, with the help of 9five, even held an exclusive high ollie contest for the homies. I was the champion in that shit but I broke the fuck out of their bar on the last ollie. Sorry, and thanks again DC! Oh, and I just watched the video again and there is a repeat clip of Sam busting and the audio is messed up a bit at the end. Whatever.

May 23rd, 2009

Today, we were supposed to have an epic day of filming and audio capturing for a commercial Mike is gonna be working on. I guess Mike got caught up in his job. Trey is off in New Hampshire probably wearing boat shoes with no socks, baby blue plaid shorts (above the knees of course), obviously one of his favorite dreamcatcher shirts, and a pink visor. So, Sam and I just tried to make the most of the afternoon at Bell. Sam had a run he wanted to film, but didn't come through with the second part of the run. He just settled on the underrated B-side nose to fifty (not the most intensive combo trick, but still pretty impressive). I was really pushing for us to get anything on camera just for this here blog. So we were scraping the bottom of the barrel and shit. Like I found two little metal boxes to skate and Sam was busting an explosive line up of tricks off a stage (reminiscent of Jeremy Wray handling Hubba Hideout). Fuck, I love parenthesis!!! I'm killing it fool! So we made the most of the day I guess. When we were leaving the Sk8 Mafia crew was skating the benches, little did they know the real spots are in the back of the school!

May 16th, 2009 PART 2

This is a continuation of the May 16th entry. After I went parachuting, Trey hit my ass up telling me Mike and his self was gonna be hittin up Montevaille park. I felt like I was fucking Daniel Haney and shit, so i was like aight! I will be there. We got there and hooked up a parking block on top of the bank (see the 9five blog for details on this setup). It was also the first time hooking up my new fisheye on my pic cam. I took some sick pics of the homies banging out hella kicks down a giant set of fivers. Trey had his shit looking just like a Willy Santos kick from like 93 and shit. He was sooo hyped! Mike was blasting em though. A fun fact about the intro to the video below, Mike was wallowing in pain because he performed the infamous "ball clap." Basically this is a maneuver never to be practiced unless you are of the age of 14 or younger. But, what it is, is your nuts swing back and smack you in your chode (or taint depending on which school of thought you belong too). So apparently, Mike busted a sick ass ball clap mid kick and dropped in pain upon impact. Trey and I were like "What the fuck is up with this guy?", since we saw no sign of visible signs of injury. He got up and walked over to me and I could tell by the agony in his voice what had happened to the poor guy. But then it was just funny fool!

May 16, 2009

So, May 16th was a pretty busy day for moi (me) moi (me)(I've been listening to French in 10 Minutes a Day). The 17th was my muthafuckin' birthday and shit so I decided to go parachuting with my old man. He was stone face the whole time. Wouldn't flinch. My mother said this was a sure sign homie was shitting in his britches. We both jumped out of those shits though and our shit opened as hoped. Kinda hurt though homie, like the air pressure fucked up my eardrums for like 3 days. I'm good now though, and can't wait to do that shit again.






Possibly the ugliest picture of me ever.

May 08th, 2009

Apparently, the homies cannot play a game of skate right. We're skaters. Not much is expected of us. I mean, we can't follow rules, stay clean, be on time, or anything else a normal respectable citizen is capable of doing. But the one thing we should be able to manage, is a game of skate, something we hold dear to are hearts. But apparently, we cannot. Mike, Sam, and I all played a game of skate and filmed it during the height of the Battle at the Berrics. We dubbed ours the Battle at the Bellics. Two games took place. Mike and Sam battled it out first (which ended prematurely cause Mike keep track of his shit), then Sam and I had a go at it. To say I'm a competitive person would be understatement. Back in the day, all we would do is play skate. I was friends with this one homie in like, 10th grade, and we had the exact same tricks and had a fierce rivalry. Our games were always super close. Then we started playin' B-ball and that shit just took us to a whole new level cause you're right up in each others grills, fucking stuffing each other and shit. It got to a point where we would be calling each other out in school and then meet up for one on one playing each other for hours and shit. Me and that motherfucker almost came to blows in one of our final matches. Fuck, man...I'm always rambling. Anyways, when on the set I lost the game of skate to Sam, I was hella bummed fool. I sat on the footy for a bit cause I couldn't bare to relive my destruction under the power grips of The Sam Unseen. But what the fuck? I reviewed that shit and discovered I won. I guess filming the whole game took our concentration level down on the score keeping front. I was so hyped, I wanted to call Sam and reveal my discovery, which I did! HA! He woulda won though. He didn't get a second shot at the bigspin flip, which I'm sure he woulda landed and then he woulda handled me with ease.



Part 1

Part 2 (fucking shit keeps on cutting off the last try! I fell hard fool!)

April 25th, 2009

In general, planning something is tight! What makes planning something even tighter, is when the shit comes through. What’s definitely not tight though, is when your plans don’t come through. We had hella plans fool, so many plans!
Here is what was supposed to go down: bring shit, film skateboarding. However, in this case, the skateboarding relied on the shit. The first sign of trouble came when I was placed in charge of bringing a ladder and a barbeque. I got a barbeque hooked up, but a ladder? Not so much. Here’s what Mike told me in regards to a ladder “Trey says he has one. But you’re in charge of making it appear fool! Standard responsibility of a graphic designer.” Yep, that’s what it says in most graphic design job descriptions: MUST BE ABLE TO PRODUCE LADDERS. Anyways, I knew Trey wasn’t gonna have a sick enough ladder and I was so right fool! I rolled up to his shit and was like “Where’s the ladder fool?” He was like “Over here fool.” And I saw it and was like “Naaaaaah fool! That shit ain’t gonna work fool!” We stood there kinda staring off in space pretending like we were trying to think of an alternative. Then we were just like, fuck it, let’s bring it anyways.
About 45 minutes later, Trey and I were in O-side aimlessly driving in circles looking for our destination. I pointed out Transworld's old headquarters to Trey…he was soooo bummed fool. Like when you tell a little homie Santa ain’t real and shit. I was like “You ain’t hyped fool?” He definitely was not hyped. I think he was expecting something like the headquarters in "The Devil Wears Prada" or some shit. Anyways, we finally found Mike and The Hoff at the spot with gear in tow. Again, just at the sight of these two standing there gave me cause for alarm. Mike was kinda scratching his head taking inventory off all the equipment scattered about and The Hoff was on his cell phone nervously pacing around. Anytime a homie is nervously pacing ain’t no good. So we got the scoop. Homie didn’t come through with the slingshot. Basically, the homie Hoff was gonna hook up some crazy ass slingshot to whip his ass up this crazy ass ditch. Needless to say, without this contraption, the event would most definitely be canceled.
So, while the homie was trying to coordinate his homie to come through with the thing, we straight chillin’. We were chillin’ sooo hard. We had a 24 pack of Coors Lite which immediately ignited hella controversy. Trey called out Mike saying Coors Lite is straight up bro-beer and we need something a little more gutteresque, like Pabst. We thought about getting some that generic beer that just said Beer. Whatever, we held our heads down in shame and cracked open so many sick ass Coors Lites. I was hyped after that and started PMing like crazy! I was like “Yo! Film this shit. This shit is tight!” We had 3 homies on set with cams worth more than my life.
We filmed everything we could possibly film without the big ass rubberband and at last there was no option but for some homie to drive up to Huntington to grab that shit. We was like “Who goin?” We were all sorta lookin at each other and looking at the ground scratching the back of our necks wondering who was gonna man up to the task. Luckily for me, just as I was about to say, “Alright fuck it! I will go,” which I think I actually did say but my mumbling finally paid off cause nobody heard me and Mike and Jay volunteered, even though Mike claimed he was too buzzing to drive. I was like, whatever fool, I’ma gonna be chilllllllin’. So him and Jay cut and we fired up the BBQ. Mike brought some carne asada and tortillas, which is ironic since he doesn’t eat the meat or myself or Trey. But Mike was determined to eat that shit. Him and Jay took off and we noticed the meat had been chillin' in the sun for at least 3 hours. Now I'm no meat expert, but I'm guessing that's not a good thing and I didn't want to end up like the dude in "Into the Wild" and have a swarm of flies eatin up the shit. So we fired up the grill. We had lots of tortillas and Hoff took charge of the carne. By this time, it was 2 or something and Trey and I had to cut out at 3. So I was like, fuck it. I'm packing the grill up. I texted Mike and was like "Aye fool! I saved you in your moment of weakness! Better go get some salad or some shit cause you ain't eatin no meat cause I packed that shit uuuuup yo!" Motherfucker was reading my text with carne asada beef jerkey dangling out of his mouth! My efforts went in vain.
So Mike and Jay rolled up around 2:30 with the slingshot. They hooked that shit up and the excitement started. That thing is so fucking crazy. I and Jay had to help pull the bungee back with Hoff to get that shit nice and tight. When we let go, motherfucker went flyin'! He had to squat a little to stabalize himself. It was really a sight to be seen. I woulda stunted the fuck out of that thing too, but my ankle is still hella jacked fool! Keep your eyes out for the 9five commercial and behind the scenes footy that will validate the legitamacy of this blog posting.

April 18th, 2009

Today wasn't the bombest day. I guess it was pretty bomb for Sam cause hooked up a tight ass radiator in his whip. I rolled my ankle pretty bad, so that wasn't too hot. I did have the pleasure of filming Trey and Sam doing some precious ass tricks though. I'm not posting them shits just yet. I'm having a bit of cognitive dissonance about the quality of footy I want to reveal to the general public. And by general public, I mean my one follower and Trey, Sam, and Mike, oh and bro man Tim. Whatever. I got let that shit accumilate, since we only got three tricks today. Check the song I got too! I found a song that was almost exactly the length of the video, almost 1 minute and 30 seconds. I also made a bomb ass sequence with a camera that only takes 3 frames a second. So I compiled 3 tries into one. Sick right? Oh, and FYI, Trey can bench 205 and Sam boasts 70.
Check out the new intro!

April 11th, 2009

Usually when we go skating, it’s pretty straight forward. We meet up, get in the car and go skate somewhere. Usually. This last Saturday was a bit of an exception. Mike was down to skate. He usually just films, but this time he decided to actually skate with us, which is ironic considering he didn’t have a skateboard. For most people, this huge obstacle would ultimately lead to a day of sitting at home on the internet. However, Mike has a miraculous way of materializing setups. I don’t know how he does it! Homie’s had more skateboards than I can count. The best part about his setup this weekend was he rolled up with brand new trucks without nuts on the end of them! How the fuck are you gonna roll up with no nuts on your shit? I like how Trey described him…”Mike’s a wild card.” So true.

So after watching him stumble through trying to get his piecemeal setup in tact and realizing he had no nuts, we decided to go to Lowes. At the time this seemed like a pretty good idea. We got there and Mike found some galvanized nuts and Trey insisted they wouldn’t work. I found some nuts that I insisted would. After spending four bucks and feverously trying to get his new nuts on his shit, he decided he would have to go with the galvanized and have to return his purchase. Somehow, between walking to the car, and walking back into the store, he managed to lose one of the nuts he was trying to return, as the cashier pointed out. Once again, for most people this would mean retracing their steps in hopes of finding said missing nut. For Mike though, his only rational choice was to go back into the store, open a new pack of nuts, take one out, and replace it in his bag, and go back to return it. Despite his brilliant scheme, the store manager was on to his tricks and said there is no way he would return stolen property. Ha! Motherfucker don’t know Mike. After creating a bit of scene over the 4 dollar nuts, Mike was able to hook up some dope ass galvanized nuts on his shit and after almost 2 hours of trying to get his shit together to skate, we were on our way.

Our goal was to skate the school off Euclid Sam and I skated last weekend. When were driving on the 94, Sam spotted the spot with three benches in a row that people do manny combos on. We were hyped to skate it and were there for pretty much the whole day. We filmed some runs and took some pictures. My favorite was of Sam in the golf cart. From there we went to our usual luncheon spot, Valentines. I was trying to convince the homies we should roll up to Costco to get some bomb ass hotdogs, which led to a heated debate whether or not they also sell veggie dogs. Trey said no way, Mike said absolutely they do. In fact, he claimed the homies on the pushcarts be slanging them shits too. I’d have to see that to believe it.

So after we finished our shit, we rolled out to some spot in the hood. I guess it was Sherman Heights area, to skate a ledge that was on a hill. Sam said you could do a grind on the ledge then bomb the hill. I was expecting some crazy ass San Francisco style hill, but in fact it was more of a gentle slope. Whatever, it was fun. Until the homies rolled up. Literally, some vato fucks rolled up. One had a skateboard and the other two did not. These fucks were probably no older than 17. I was a little confused by their presence cause one had a skateboard. I was like, alright, they’re probably just being inquisitive on whether we were pro or whatever. Not the case. I should've known cause the guy with the skateboard had black wheels. No respectable skateboarder has black wheels. So the fuck in blue went on to tell us “You can’t be skating here fool. This is a new school fool. Can’t be doin’ that shit fool.” I was like, alright cool whatever, we will leave. Then he asked “You gotta dollar or a cigarette or something?” Dumbass motherfucker. Who tells you to leave and then asks for a dollar or something. What the fuck? We were all under the impression after you exceed the age of 21, your cholo worries are over. Apparently that is not the case. We will be in our 30s someday and I bet little fucking 17 year old eses will still be fucking with us. Maybe next time we should go “Falling Down” on them or something. Whatever. They will be in jail in a year or so.

April 4th 2009

Welcome to The Bomb Ass Blog. This blog will primarily feature sick ass skating from a small group of skateboarders. Really, it will actually probably end being two guys for the most part. Sam Carey and Aaron Amerine (me). We do expect to have some homies roll up though, like Mike Metcalf and Trey Littleton. So there is the intro.
Yesterday, Sam and I went skating around. We hit up the Qualcomm park for a bit around 9. That place is pretty sick fool, but the ground be hella rough fool. Like sick, but not that sick. I had a t-shirt that wasn't dry all the way after washing, so I hung that shit up on a bomb ass fence. I just let it kick it on that shit till it was dry. So, if you ever go skating at the Qualcomm park and your shirt is wet and shit, just post that shit on the fence, it will dry out, and you will be sooooo stoked on having that shirt all dry and shit.
Next we rolled out to a school on Euclid. That school was pretty tight, but there wasn't any parking. We were skating and shit and my whip was chillin in a Church's Chicken parking lot and I was like "Aye Sam, is my shit gonna get towed?" We was like "Naaahhh, don't trip fool." But it was too late cause I was trippin soooo hard. We peaced out of that shit and I parked somewhere else. Then we we're gonna go back to the school, but we passed by this fenced off parking lot that had all of these big ass metal sheets stacked up on top of each other, you know the kind the homies put in the streets when there is like a big ass hole in the street? It was them and they looked like some shit outta Tony Hawk Pro Skater 2. We hopped the fence, even though it claimed it was an electric fence. That shit didn't shock no one! I did get a little cut up from those little pokey shits on top of the fence. Anyway, we got up in that shit and the metal pieces had some janky ass asphalt on top and there were rocks and pebbles all over the ground. So we did what we did and split. Then we rolled up to Horace Mann. Shit is ancient, but still fun. And that was it for the day. I threw in some old blog footy too that never saw the light of day.