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.