BUT NOT MUCH MORE, NOT MUCH MORE
another goddamn skateboard book. except this one is by my bros jai and ballard. i know we're bros because they asked me to write the intro for it for free and i did. that's what bros do for each other. after you get done buying nieratko's book, you should buy this book. here are some photos from the opening party at that place that everybody has art shows and shit at in la.
the bros, ballard, jai and me. my smile is weird. i need to work on that.
you know what? fuck it. i don't feel like posting the other photos. this shit takes too long. just imagine a bunch of drunk skaters in a room with pictures of drunk skaters on the walls. and sheldon outside pissing on the wall.
apparently heather still isn't drinking, but she decided to commemorate the heather that used to drink with a drunk ass hubdur tattoo on her...is that her arm?
and dave england reduced me to one nostril. he likes to call it a carnostril.
"OH HE'S FINE. YEAH HE'S DOING GOOD."
"grandpa switchblades," as we've been calling gary of late, is doing fine. i had to take him to the vet after a friend noticed a lump on the back of his neck and said, "my cat died of cancer. and it started like this." WELL SHIT! but the vet just told me what i thought all along: battle scar. make sure to mark "may 29" on your calendars, as it's gary's 11th birthday. my calendar already has may 29th on it. i always try to buy calendars that have all the dates in them.
skateboarding? haha. kid's stuff. try tackling a fucking whale.