The exciting news around here this week was that the new bowl at the San Marcos, TX skatepark was finally being made available for public consumption. The opening kept getting pushed back because of something having to do with landscaping. Apparently it's difficult to plant grass when you live in a state that's experiencing the "worst drought since record-keeping began 116 years ago." -actual quote from the Internet
And it couldn't have happened on a nicer day. Outside temperature only 107? Well that's just downright pleasant. Side note: Kids, you gotta stop wearing your beanies when it's over 100 degrees outside. It makes me sad for your brains.
There was also a brand new swimming pool at the skatepark, but it didn't have any water in it yet so nobody was using it.
Hopefully they fill this thing up soon. I don't want some kids climbing in there with their skateboard toys and getting hurt. Seems like a liability.
This is my buddy Chris Summers. I make a point to only hang out with him in the Summer. Nah, that's not true. That's stupid. I was just trying to think of something funny to write about this photo. Maybe mention his t-shirt?
My other friend (I only have two) Brandon Ziskind also came with us. Brandon is still young enough to be able to jump over stuff on his skateboard. "Do a trick," I told him. Because I didn't want this whole blog to just be photos of a skatepark without people skateboarding. So Brandon pushed super fast and then went up a ramp and then jumped off his skateboard and landed on his feet on the other side of this concrete barrel. It was probably the raddest thing I'd ever seen in real life. "Got it!" I told him. "Looks amazing!" But Brandon told me he wanted to try it again.
This time he went even faster and jumped even higher and it was even more radder. "Perfect!" I told him. But Brandon was confident he could do it even better.
On his final skateboard jump he got all twisted up and scratched his skateboard paint on the barrel and he totally didn't land on his feet. He landed back on his skateboard. Can't win them all I guess.
This kid was probably the coolest dude at the park. I noticed that he had a shoelace tie
d around his skateboard and I asked him what was going on with that.
He told me that he lives in Louisiana and that he has to walk a lot, so he made a handle to carry his skateboard. Shoelace Belts: Out. Shoelace Handles: In. You heard it here first.
And then, the river.
I know this photo looks almost identical to a photo in my first blog, but I didn't want to deprive you of your recommended daily allowance of handsome shirtless men.
This is a Tropic Chiller Buzzball. Listen to this song and then imagine yourself listening to it on repeat it while smashing yourself in the head with a hammer. That's what these taste like. Five of us couldn't finish this little guy. Tasted like lighter fluid and Capri Sun.
We had a nice little discussion about regrettable tattoo decisions while we were swimming. "I didn't even listen to Sublime when I got it."
"I like your fairy wings." "They're not fairy wings, they're Red Bull wings." I think you should have to wait until you're at least 30 to get a tattoo. Actually I don't wish that at all. Regrettable tattoos are way more interesting than good tattoos.
This is totally off subject, but I wanted to do a quick product review for something that I think is awesome. Incense Matches. And they're exactly what they sound like. Matches that after lit, burn like incense. Have you ever noticed that for some reason when you poop, your bathroom starts smelling weird? Well when you're done making your poop, just light one of these and then place it in a metal ashtray that you can keep on top of your toilet. Not only will the incense get rid of whatever that weird bathroom smell is, but you can keep track of how many poops you've made in your bathroom by counting the matches in the ashtray. It's kind of like science.
OK, back to the part of this column where I discuss a movie that I think everybody should see. This week: Thrashin'.
For Tommy Hook and the LA Daggers, the summer of 1986 looked like it was going to be the best summer ever. Their skate house was chock full of beer, leather, and attitude. Even Christian Hosoi was living there. Totally Awesome. The only sucky thing was that Tommy's kid Sister Chrissy was visiting from Indiana, and she's a full-on square. Except she'll totally have sex with a dude the first night they hang out. So that's kind of cool.
Anyway, some beautiful shirtless So-Cal bro named Corey Webster (Josh Brolin) totally started trying to invade the Daggers territory and get more awesome on his skateboard than they could get on theirs. Dick move. And then this guy has the balls to try and bang Tommy's kid sister. And succeeds. So Tommy Hook totally breaks this guy's arm because he totally had it coming.
At the end of the movie this Corey Webster asshole blasts a major air off of a launch ramp while going 63 miles per hour on his skateboard. So I got to give it to him, that's a pretty balls out stunt. Maybe this Corey Webster guy isn't so bad after all.
Naaaaah, he's a shirtless kook.
Next week: more of the same shit, and RAD! (If I can find a copy.)