Tyler Wins Street Skater Award
Congrats to Tyler, who accepted and stole Heath’s Street Skater Award. If anyone sees this guy punch him for Heath.
June 2009
Debacle
Just posted some photos from Nike’s Debacle at The SkateboardMAG with the help of Ian Mac, sick video, good times.
TK Street Cred
You know someone’s ripping a little too hard when you have way too many photos of them, Terry’s STREET CRED interview just went up at The Skateboard MAG!
Thrashin’ Tonight!
I’m in Salt Lake City and looks like I’m missing hanging with The Daggers at the showing of Thrashin’ tonight. If you’re in LA I’d say shred to Bar 107 and then shred to this.
Saturday, June 6, 2009 at 11:55pm
Downtown Independent Theater
251 South Main Street
Los Angeles, CA
Two Days Feels Like Two Weeks
These days when people crash on my couch I make them watch Return To Oz before they go to sleep, guaranteed jacked dreams.
Oh, I somehow ended up in a mini van and going to the Maloof Party at The Palms in Vegas with these Utahrds.
We get to the hotel and Biebel instantly grabs us and takes us to his party at the Hardwood Basketball suite. How ridiculous is this?
Biebs can dunk no problem.
Lizard can touch the net, sometimes.
And Braydon was up to some Dirty Biz, or found some Dirty Biz in the hallway.
Who the hell let these dudes at the Playboy club? Oh Joe Maloof, okay cool.
Joe’s two favorite skaters.
Pool time! Biebel was like, “Dude, you should see how high I can pull these up.”
Then Braydon was like, “Dude, check out my new signature short shorts.”
Shotguns for breakfast.
Wind shield.
Duncombe! He got some losers board for his collection.
Gear switch. If I could ever get a skate trip with Duncombe, Biebel, Lizard, Dyet, and TK it would probably be the best trip ever.
Okay, adam is like a party werewolf. Couple drinks and he transforms into a beast, I actually wrote down some of my favorite Party Adam quotes:
“Last time I was here I raged so hard with my shirt off.”
“I hit on that waitress everytime I come here, she’s like 50.”
“Tell the chicks to come in, tell the dudes to chill.”
“I ain’t got no pace, full speed ahead til I’m dead.”
Animal Chan in his Vegas visor.
Then the poker tournament started, and the sinners and MILFs showed up.
Sinner and Heath got into a little slap boxing match, but then they hugged it out later.
And then Jake was just talking so much shit and crushing the table. Then he went down to nine chips.
Lizard has a Vegas scarf, and Sammy fucking Baca is the shit.
And then Jake came back from shortest chip stack to winning to whole damn tournament, whatta monsta!
Then before I went to sleep, I ran into some random skate rats who didn’t have fake IDs to get into da club. Guess the slots is cool though. Get me out of Vegas… rolling to Salt Lake.
