Skaters on the Beach

I hate the beach. Simple statement, just a fact, I pretty much can not stand being out on the beach. It is hot, I burn easily, I don't have a six pack or at least not exactly. Just look at us, does it really look like any of us belong on the beach? Do we look like we are having a good time? Does it actually seem as though we are comfortable? The beach tracks sand all into your car and you head home begging for a shower as soon as you can. The only thing good about the beach is just going to go. You know that feeling you have after you are done doing something just to say you did something "more" with your day. Just look at Dakota, after these photos were taken, his forehead was oozing for a week and then began to peel. The guy in the green hat, Cory Wilder, looks right at home doesn't he? Covered head to toe working on his buzz in an attempt to make things a little more fun. Anthony Morris used to be a surfer, a really good one too but he quit and decided skateboarding was a lot more fun. Might of had something to do with the fact that there really isn't a whole lot of surf in Texas. When I get asked about the surfers down in Galveston I always say the same thing,"Well, they've got a lot heart, don't they?" Look at me, you commentator, do I look comfortable with my jean short black high top combo? NO!

Bruised Like a Banana

David, Dakota and I are currently running our first summer camp for the kids up at the park and one of the gnarlier kids had some bruised legs that I thought were interesting. This picture really doesn't do it justice. If I didn't know this kid or his parents I would think that maybe he is being abused at home. His legs are so blackened that it reminded me of how haggard my legs used to be as a kid. Trying numerous tricks over and over again, slamming them into my shins over and over again. It is a time in a skateboarder's life where you are too young to understand the technique behind what you are trying to do, or even how to do it for that matter. I will have to admit that this kid has really improved a lot over the last year, as he was in our camps last summer and I was teaching him how to ollie. Since then I would have to say that he must have taken a liking to smashing his board into his shins. Hopefully during this week's camp some more technique works it's way into his train of thought on how to approach new tricks. He does have the ability to learn anything, but at what price?

Down on the Island

So, a couple friends of mine headed down to Galveston Island for a session at the Johnny Romano Skatepark, couple of street clips and an after sesh warm down on the beach with a few brews. To my dismay the porta-john that I chose to relieve myself in had a gut churning sighting that I felt would need to be brought to your attention. Not sure why someone would want to make sure to not only leave their feminine napkin in the toilet paper holder for some unknowing patron to touch, but also to drip dry the blood down the front face of the seat itself. Now luckily I was just in for a quick vertical urination, but had I not noticed either the feminine napkin or the blood I might have sat down and proceeded to loose my lunch in more ways than one. With that said, if you are ever down on Galveston Island, beware of the porta-johns, not everything is on the up and up once inside. Of course, Dakota used it before me and completely missed it, I wish I had and you probably are wishing you had as well, sorry!