Archive for January, 2010


January 31, 2010

My cousin recently took a good slam surfing. Broken leg, surgery, rod. I haven’t talked to him, but has been in my thoughts constantly. I hope he recovers 100% and gets to ride forever. I don’t know anything about surfing, but the shots I see of him, get me pumped (if not scared). I poached the photos via social networking, if they’re yours let me know.



January 30, 2010

 For the previous five years I hadn’t been skating much and was pretty lost. I had no passion for anything and was just going through the routine. Working, paying bills; having the life sucked out of me. Knowing soon I would lose it, grabbed my backpack and my board and took off to Oahu. I skated for miles, just wandering around. enjoying the beauty. I came to the conclusion this was paradise. you’d have to be an AIG exec to screw it up. Great foods are there for the taking, surrounded by scenic landscapes, warm weather and water. A selfsustaining wonderland, everything at your fingertips. The only thing I would miss is the excess of SBC pools.

 I remembered the freedom of skating, bound by no rules. Without structure it can’t be explained, and leads to how its marketed. If you don’t get it, seek regulation and find comfort in the approval of the masses. I’m not interested in what skateboarding has been regulated into, I don’t watch extreme events, I don’t even watch tv, I rarely look at any in print skate publications and productions. Skateboarding fits better as an artform. Only understood by the artist, and appreciated by other artists. I think this is a good thing. The most fun is underground, typically illegalwith only my friends.

 Eventually I found the bonzai skatepark. Completely hidden off the the entrance is only a small clearing between vegetation. There were a few rippers there, I made my way to the empty bowl in the corner. I hadn’t skated seriously in years, so didn’t fare to well.
An old local comes over and starts talkin about the lines, “frontside, backside, over the light…stairs.” I kind of laugh, not taking him seriously. He drops in and destroys it, it was Mark Partain.

 Amazingly enough, I returned home. I had passion now though, and have skated rountinely and enjoyed most everyday.It’s been said “I’ve turned my back on my board, but it’s never turned it’s back on me.” I definately keep this in mind, day to day. 2009 ended up being the best year to date. I ended up skating with Mark pretty regularly during his stay at P.K.’s ridiculous. Between that place and the SSC, many memorable sessions and times have taken place. Thanks to everyone who gets it.

Thanks to Ozzie for the shot of me.


January 29, 2010


January 28, 2010

more children die from drowning than firearm related deaths each year. I care. Draining pools and buying firearms are my priorities.

As Ozzie says “A pool is only useful in its emptiness.”

Adolf Hitler said “The most foolish mistake we could possibly make would be to allow the subject races to possess arms. History shows that all conquerors who have allowed their subject races to carry arms have prepared their own downfall by so doing. ”

Mahatma Ghandi said “Among the many misdeeds of the British rule in India, history will look upon the act of depriving a whole nation of arms, as the blackest.”

Van Stone

January 27, 2010

palmdales number three ranked band

The Hive

January 26, 2010

    My buddy Mike Rippengale showed me this place. 


Set to Destroy

January 26, 2010

The Murder Shed

January 25, 2010


 Kevin came across a great neighborhood early last year. The mecca of Victorville pools, about four to a block!  Sure it fails in comparison to the badlands, but at the time we were staying local. It was beautiful, the kind of neighborhood that the least of your worries are the police. Houses in shambles, gangs, drugs, poverty creeping in like darkness around the last few contributing to society. We were overwhelmed, having come across a handful of pools that day. Working with buckets at the time, we opted for those of the least work.

 Continuing on the grid, we see a house in total disaray.  Every door and window boarded up, boasting auction signs aswell as no trespassing signs, neglected and abused. Instantly spotting the pump to the side of the house, my heartbeat jumped. Trying to hide my excitement and stay inconspicuous we slipped past the chain link fence. Every step closer bringing sight to this beauty. Red bullnose, those wonderful blue tiles, smooth white walls with less than two feet of fresh water.  It may as well have been made of gold. No one ever appreciated that pool as much as we instantly did.

 Second day out I can hear someone out front on the phone. After a few nervous minutes I go out front and address him. Apparently he’s a realtor and didn’t even realize we were there.  He was pretty surprised and tried to send us on our way. I played the logic game and won. He told us they were having an open house the next few days, but after that he would turn his back.  We skated it without problems for months. Long, comfortable sessions then just left it alone for awhile.

 A few months later we returned to see the house being remodeled. Still empty we snuck back, knowing it was coming to an end. Inching around the corner brought real pain. The pool had been vandalised by bikers and gangster wannabes. Coping removed or destroyed, spraypaint all over the walls, ladder bashed in. The pool now resembled the house as we found it. I decided this was the end, It was now a high risk pool. We took our final runs, paid our respects and moved on.