LEANING WITH G'S

This is the best skateboarding photo I've seen in a long time.

Dennis is a class act.

Nowhere Man

With this blog, with my skating, with being a social creature, I feel absent, hollow, vacant.

But I'm good at kicking my own ass. Now, where are my boots....

FLOW, CONTROL, IMPACT, YAWN.

Here are some quotes from the Portland Street League:

"Magna Carta Holy Grail!! Get out of town!" (I heard this phrase used multiple times....?)

"Because everything happens so much more faster...."

"This trick he's trying takes some carving action."

"Insurance, smart play."

"His highest careers scores in this section..."

"No one sits on these rails quite like Torey."

"So precise, the level of difficulty!"

"Blows the roof off the arena, man I wish he had done this so much sooner...9.9!"

"9.9...highest score ever in the Street League....Nyjah is the only other one to get this score."

"Dylan is a great skater, but a mercurial contest skater."

"Board spins 360 degrees...flips 360 degrees, uh, 720, I can't even do this much math..."

HAMMER TIME.

I took the grip off and immediately realized this was a Rick Howard I bought from Mike York in between EMB and Pier 7. At the time I gave it a try, but hated it because it was too big and flat to do flip tricks on. Guess that's why I painted over it and forgot about it. I actually thought it was a Davey Rogers Beer City board that he gave me. Now I'm bummed because I don't know where that board is.

Latest weird cruiser design. The hammerhead model. I was a big fan of the Hosoi series back in the day, but this is not an ode, and not about functionality, it's about a cool fucking shape of a badass fish. Did you know that there is no record of a hammerhead shark killing a human? Afterthought: hope this doesn't look like a giant ribbed penis. But I guess either way it's impressive...

It like totally clashes!

I cut, shaped and painted this deck for Patrick. My newer, wider shape. Weird combo of black over red paint, cut marks via Kershaw knife, then some sanding. Dig his big azz black Bones wheels, but as an artist, I can't get behind his choice of white trucks. Indy's or not, it doesn't mesh with the dark, somber aesthetic.

But what the fuck do "artists" know?

Enjoy, sir Pat. These set-ups are what I call "therapeutic."

It's 75 degrees out right now and I'm in shorts. What the fuck am I doing inside? Going out for some therapy.

Q.