Bailey gives his left hand a break.
from grabbing at the mag stash and
lets it guide him through a lazy
frontside ollie in Decatur, AL
RASHER
Pop, flip, catch, land.
Karma stokes the
in Dothan, AL.
Element
the middle of the night. I watched all the people
walk up the Lincoln Memorial stairs and wondered
why there wasn't a soda machine or beer vendor on
top; someone would make a killing.
It was a drive, drive, drive up to Philadelphia
where we skated FDR. Sick park. There were good
lines and Jackson was tearing it up. The vert ramp
is gnarly and so is Darren Menditto, who was skat-
ing it like no other. Alan missed out and so did
Scott, whose hip was huge. The plan was to pick AP
up in Philly, but no luck-he was MIA.
Everyone hopped in the vehicles and it was off to
New Jersey. I slept in the back and was awakened
just as we were driving through a cemetery in some
little town. We parked at a church and slept on the
wet ground. The dudes at Brave New World fed us
at some restaurant. I have failed to mention that
everyone was having to sign autographs and all
that. It was too weird. In walk these dirty dudes and
kids want their autographs.
Asbury Park was sick. It looked like a ghost town.
The Casino skatepark was there waiting to be skat-
ed with a sick bowl. The session went down and so
did Howard on this rail down the street from the
park. Howie couldn't skate for a week after the
damage was done. I've never seen someone get so
totalled. Howard is a soldier from Liverpool.
MIAP is Alan's new name.
Here he sets one down in the
rafters before cutting out.