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SMOKY
Opposite:
Early riser
Jim Menscer
pops an ollie
on the side of
Philadelphia's
monument to
hula hoops.
ast May I went on a
three week trip on my
own to the East Coast. My
goal was to skate, meet
people, and travel to places
new to my eyes. Before
leaving my home in San
Francisco, I went to my
friend Patrick Smith's house and kidnapped
him to serve as a personal tour guide. On
this trip I brought my portable micro-cas-
sette recorder, but for some reason, instead
of recording day-to-day events like I
intended, I ended up with a blank tape at
the end of the trip. Different times, places,
people and events all went by too fast. Was
it a dream? The evidence (photos) I have
indicate that they really did take place, I
think. The following stories are
only tiny fragments of the
dream. See for yourself if they
have some weird psychological
connection or meaning. There
might be something wrong with me.
Above: Rocket from
the Crypt.
Right Brainwashed
market-core fodder.
Below: Dead Moon.
"Yeah, dude,
you guys rock!"
Washington, DC,
the crack capital
I remember shooting photos in
Washington, DC with two crackheads
right on the corner next to this spot
we were skating. The crackheads were
somewhat coherent when we started
shooting photos. By the time I was
done shooting they were lying fucked
up on the ground. Just the way I
imagined DC would be.
Uncle Sam
The first time I skated DC I was in
awe, because here I was skating right
in front of the Capitol building. I was
stoked. "Washington, DC: the most
corrupted city (our government) in
our country," I thought to myself.
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