This past weekend I drove from Austin to Dallas for a little art show at a skate shop. Along the way I took a few pit stops and shot some photos. If you like looking at scenic pictures of Texas, keep reading/looking. If not, get back on Facebook and make a clever comment about your friend's new hairdo/tattoo/sandwich.
If I were immature I'd write some sort of caption about this window's gnarly pubes. Luckily I'm too grown up for that sort of thing.
I considered Photoshopping the power lines out of this photo before I remembered that only 12 people read this column. That effort seemed a bit unnecessary.
Future site? The funny thing about the future is that as soon as it's here it's already the past. Whoa… trip on that, duuude.
Even houses in Texas are getting their lean on. That syrup is no joke.
This looks like a good place to get murdered.
Wait, now it's JJJ's Gameroom? Y'all need to have a branding meeting.
And… welcome to Dallas.
The art show I was participating in was at Flatspot skate shop in McKinney, Texas, which is about 45 minutes north of Dallas proper. Every time I see a Roger board on a skate shop wall I feel like I somehow pulled off some sort of sneaky trick. I think that's called low self-esteem.
This is one of my top 10 favorite graphics of all time. Jim Phillips stoked a lot of kids out in the 80's. Thanks, Sir.
Thank you too, Gonz.
And thanks Andy Warhol. Wait, Andy Warhol is designing skateboard graphics now? Weird… I thought that dude was dead. Hypothetically speaking, is this cutting into somebody else's 15 minutes?
I totally had this board when I was a kid. I can tell by the expression on your face that you totally give lots of craps.
Art in a skate shop.
More art in a skate shop.
I was doing this show with my buddy Lance Norman, a dude I've known since I was barely out of high school. That probably doesn't sound that monumental to you if you're a young person. But to a dude who's pushing 40 it's kind of a big whoop.
Skate kids look so much cooler now than when I was this age. Picture this dude in a pair of size 40 bright orange Fuct pants, a XXL mustard yellow long-sleeve hooded t-shirt, and a pair of adidas shell toes—plus lots of acne. See, he looks cooler than that, right? But… can he do a pressure flip… (I couldn't do that either.)
And speaking of Jim Phillips…
Former Roger of the Month, Stephen Stone showed up to the party. Good to meet you in person, sir.
This guy showed up near the end of the night (I completely forgot his name) and I was all like, "Hey, you totally look like my buddy Michael Burnett, the photo editor of Thrasher Magazine."
Am I right? Or am I right? I'm right, right?
Anyway, I think the show was successful and I think all of the kids in attendance had an awesome time.
Well… maybe not all of the kids.
Movie Review: Night Of The Comet
I know this is getting ridiculous but the movie review for Night of the Comet is once again going to have to wait until next week. I apologize to my 12 readers and I promise that I'll finish watching the movie this upcoming week. I've tried watching it three times now and... (insert joke here about having a little kid that lives in my house. The four parents that read this column will totally relate.)
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