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!)