ENTRY FOUR 2/4/96
Houston, Texas: After spending three hours
looking for the Southside Skatepark, we
acquire a hotel room to sleep for a bit before
heading over to the park. Upon arrival to the
9,000 square foot park, we
noticed a strange vibe being
given off by the locals. But
being from the East Coast,
we were used to that sort of
thing. The park featured a
ten-and-a-half foot high vert
ramp, a five-foot high mini-
ramp and a big street area
that had lots of big bank
ramps on which to fling your
board about. We sessioned
all afternoon, and I stole the
souls of locals Fred Munzo
and Nate McGlowen with my
soul catcher. Afterwards, we
hit up an authentic Mexican
restaurant to eat good burri-
tos that are hard to find in
the northeast. Jimmy hit up
Carl's Jr because all he eats
is fast food and junk food.
ENTRY FIVE-2/6/96
After a twenty-hour drive,
which was broken up by
stops to skate various ditches, we arrived in
Tucson to 89 weather and finally brush off the
clutches of Mr Cold. We meet up with
Connecticut transplants Sean Keenan, Jesse
Burke and Mark, who take us skating at the
University of Arizona and downtown Tucson.
Tucson sports some very beautiful scenery and
not very many ugly people. That night we sam-
ple the very used and beat-up Masonite at Itchy.
Foot Moe's Skatepark located in downtown
Tucson. Featuring a small street course and
very hospitable locals, Moe's was a good
break from Attitudesville.
ENTRY SIX - 2/7/96
After a late start, we ad downtown to
skate and meet up with our new friends Doug
Switalski, Jay Rifenbarg and Frank Bewley. I
After a great vegan dinner at an overpriced
restaurant, they take us to a great knee-high
metal ledge called Pols. The ledge is set
against a wall so that it is only eight inches
wide, but it is easily a hundred yards long and
perfect for lines. We skate until collapse.
ENTRY SEVEN 2/8/96
After another late start, we sadly depart Tucson
and head toward LA-LA Land. In Phoenix we
stop at a huge Cadillac dealership so Jimmy
can check out the cars, or, as he refers to them,
tboer Nate MeGlare clears the Southride Shalepart
garge vie blindside to fake.
Spread: Jim Grrea. nacturnal rereper.
Briau: Jim dain his company right in Redonda Brack
ENTRY NINE-2/9/96
dreamboats, or d-
boats for short. The
salesmen love us and
bullshit with us for
half an hour. We
finally make it to LA
that night.
ENTRY EIGHT-206
Last night on pur
drive to LA we had
our first problem with
the bubble, the thing
on the roof that
holds all of our stuff.
It blew open while
Scott was doing 105
mph. Sleeping bags
were flying every-
where. That and being
stopped by the border
patrol, who were look-
ing for illegal
Mexicans, were the
highlights of the
eight-hour drive.
Today we went to the ASR Trade Show
in Long Beach and somehow we scammed
it so that our whole group got in. If you
have never been to a trade show, be
thankful. It is just a bunch of corporate
nonsense and people trying to outdo each
other. Two of the better booths were The
Firm booth, which featured Lance
Mountain and part of his collection of
skateboarding memorabilia, and the Duffs
Casino booth where if you somehow got a
25c chip you could go into the casino and
take Rocco for all he's worth. The day was
saved from complete boredom by Jimmy
as he got drunk off his gourd at the Duffs
Casino, won a couple hundred bucks, then
tried to get various vendors to fight him.