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!)