one that can slay one on cue

i only know one of the dudes in this picture (find legend!) but it still is one of the best things i know and further proof that skate crews are one of the only things that matters when it comes down to it.

"And this: the condemned freighter Maida towed by tugs toward a chalky wafer of sun, toward the lead-white expanse of Detroit River, black gleaming derricks, slag--the whole lurid panorama of cloacal American nature smarm debouching into Lake Erie where--when Payne was duck hunting--a turn of his oar against the bottom brought up a blue whirring nimbus of petroleum sludge and toxic, coagulant effluents the glad hand of national industry wants the kids to swim in. This was water that ran in veins. This was proud water that wouldn't mix. This was water whose currents drove the additives aloft in glossy pools and gay poison rainbows. This was water the walking upon of which scarcely made for a miracle."

from The Bushwhacked Piano by Thomas McGuane

no we're not the jet set, we're the old chevrolet set

last summer's carb day. kid rock was there. so was jessy.

little corey!

any major dude with half a heart surely will tell you

actually, it was a bit of a disappointment.
look who stole my fry! random run in!
sport


larger than life!


figuring out what stripes and solids means
some heavy hitters were running the billiards table last night

a fight starts. this bro makes it clear he wants no photos taken







boooooo
fights are weird when you outnumber the other dudes by about five people. and when you can't figure out why the dudes are still fighting. we didn't want to mob on them and it turned out to be a lot of pfc waiting around until one of the dudes attacked one of us again and then everyone who wasn't fighting worked security until one of the other dudes started fighting with another person and so on.


sick! i think right now's about the part where that anti-photo came up from behind me and knocked my camera out of my hand. "i told you to quit taking photos with that shit." it fell to the ground and now it's broken. thanks, bro! a person's camera is probably the last thing i would ever dream of breaking in a fight, and yet for this dude, mine was the thing that pissed him off the most even though i wasn't physically involved in the fight in any way. jocks are the worst. it must suck to be so stoked on all the wrong things in life. a bit later i found an avirex letterman's jacket hanging from a street sign. fuck yeah.

god's coming, she's just taking her time, haha

a line of squad cars taking up the whole block. the NYPD's current authorized uniformed strength is 37,838.
zooming in on harif from across the room!
party table! free champagne! free brie! free hummus!
t.o.n.y.
this is my friend mark. he does thecobrasnake.com

birthday girl
birthday girl
birthday girl
birthday girl

guess we won't be skating to sweet paradise
bzz

brr. i'm going back to l.a.

"I think of cinemas, panoramic sleights
With multitudes bent toward some flashing scene
Never disclosed, but hastened to again,
Foretold to other eyes on the same screen;"

from The Bridge by Hart Crane

the nascar blurred into porn

i bet sports illustrated took a huge hit once espn the magazine came out. SI is still better i think. they have less hype-driven articles, even if rick reilly is falling off from what i can tell and what jared tells me. oh, and they have the swimsuit issue, too!
ck might have found the coziest nook in manhattan


reckless!
~cute~
weird
unleashing a plague of locusts!
whatever. i'lll post retarded pictures of myself. we were walking down the street and this car pulls up and i'm stoked and take a photo. then people get out of it and beebee knows them and they want me to pose by the car. so beebee takes a better photo
shots we don't need