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arranging some other stuff and Dave came out
and started asking questions, directions and all
that. "Dude, I can't believe none of those guys
want to go. I have to go to Santa Cruz to meet my
girlfriend. I'm already late, or else I'd go for sure." I
told him where it was and started up the car. Hurry
up James. What the fuck? I got out of the car and
went back there again. "You guys seriously don't
want to go? None of you? What's up?" Ol' Wet
Blanket said, "Fuck a pool. Last time I skated a pool I
dislocated my shoulder." Take the pain pussy. Life goes
on. No one else said shit so I broke. All I know now is:
the shit was sick as fuck-grinds and lines all over the
whole thing, the shit is gone forever, and none of those
fuckin' deadbeats skated it but me. The switch better
always be on because you never know when shit's gonna hit
and when it's gonna be history. -Phil Shao
Clockwise from far left: Jamie Thomas has a homing
device planted deep in his brain that seeks out
handrails for him to annihilate. Frontside boardslide.
Wallenberg school is the site of many groundbreaking
and picnic table-breaking manuevers, like this
frontside crooked grind by Nick Jaskey.
Chad Fernandez catches the kink of this handrail off
guard and navigates a noseblunt slide across it.