Archive for January, 2010

Gregg Weaver.

January 21, 2010

Gregg Weaver- 'Massage pool'- 1977

Weaver 'Woody'

The total 'JC Penney' package.

I lived in a small place in Pennsylvania & in the summer of 1976 or 1977, the Pepsi skateboard team came through. They set up a clear plastic U-Shaped half pipe, in the parking lot of the local ‘JC Penney’ store. It was hot & sweltering, as only the northeast can become in June. Pennants & colorful Pepsi banners hung –slack– in the stifling heat. People milled about the large plexiglass ramp which was roped off & empty. A PA system was set up to one side & technicians fiddled with wires, duct taping them flat onto the ground.

The asphalt lot was hot & people grew restless. I skated around the periphery, trying to see anyone I might notice from ‘Skateboard World’ magazine. So far, zilch. I noticed some greasy- looking guy selling snow cones from a box truck. He was doing a brisk business. The way he eyed up the kids, made me uncomfortable, so I kept my two dollars tucked deep in my corduroy OP shorts. There were a bunch of fat people sweating it out & from the looks of things, should’ve found themselves a spot inside the glass-fronted JC Penney store. At least they would be cooler in there & wouldn’t sweat & stink so badly. Damn!  Even the store mannequins seemed to droop in the shoulders.

I skated around behind the ramp & that’s when I saw them. Roy Jamison & Mike Weed were getting their boards out of a small van. I caught my breath. Mike Weed looked at me & nodded. If Roy Jamison did as well, I didn’t notice. Mike Weed just nodded at me! Mike Weed! I couldn’t believe it. Go ahead and call me a moron, but I hadn’t seen a skateboard pro in my life. All I saw were magazine photographs of a life & culture far, far away. I stood there slack-jawed, I am sure. They slipped under a rope & crossed the bottom of the ramp out of my view.

I heard the PA system spark to life & the announcer began introductions. They began riding to music. I believe it was ‘Foghat’ or some frizzy-headed, bell-bottom band similar to them.  To be honest, I remember one -wheelers, forevers, Roy Jamison having such a rad style, and almost passing out when Mike Weed gave me a sticker. I recall little else. I know that I didn’t sleep that night…not much anyway. The next day, I talked my mom into going to the JC Penney store with me. They sold the only skateboards in town.

They had a Hobie Weaver ‘Woody’ for sale. It was $49.99. I rubbed my fingers across the smooth wood & smelled the urethane Power Paw wheels. The ACS 430 trucks mocked me…I only had $11.00. I must tell you, that I worked an entire summer in my fathers upholstery shop, to save up the rest of the money to buy that Weaver ‘Woody’. It came without grip tape, so I cut up strips of floor sand paper & glued them onto it. I rode that board into the ground until it was unrecognizable.

Gregg Weaver wasn’t there; not that I can remember. His ‘spirit’ was though. I can’t recall what I did with the sticker Mike Weed gave me. In my mind, it matters not one iota. He gave me a sticker….that is all that matters. When you are 13 years old, and a poor skateboard kid from PA, that stuff stays with you forever. Its in my blood. Thanks to Jim Goodrich for the Weaver image & Marlon Whitfield for the ‘Woody’ images. Skate Long-Ozzie

Friends we meet…

January 20, 2010

My surf/skate pal- 'M'- 1984. nice rector palm pad!

My NorCal pool pal- ‘Theo’ & his pool!

peanut- 'the searcher'

Its funny how I meet people, along the road of life. Skating is pretty neat that way. I recall being at the Combi pool one day & I was there with a few people I didn’t know. One guy was looking strangely familiar though. Once he padded up, put his helmet on & took a run, I recognized him. He was a skater from Cedar Crest steel ramp, back in Virginia. We rode there together…like ten years before! I recognized him when he rode; his style & tricks. It was strange….I have met a few people online through the Blue Tile Obsession-people that share our interest.

My friend ‘M’ is a surfer/skater from LA. She has a blog on surfing & found my pool blog through a pal. She likes what I do & the feeling is mutual. She reads great books & writes quite well….I admire those qualities in anyone! She has an empty pool nearby where she lives & when she was younger, would go over & scope it out for skating. ‘M’ is currently building a ramp to ride when the surf is flat. Peanut emailed me & sent me photographs of a  bunch of pools he has found.  He shared his story of how his mother was really ill & he would stay with her to help her through it. When he needed to get away & think, the only comfort he found was in driving the grid & finding pools.

I understand completely! A guy from North Carolina- Jim Gallagher, recently emailed me to tell me that he found a slippery pool to ride in Raleigh. He wanted to know how to clean it so he could ride the pool! That was a great email to receive. As is this next one I will tell you about. Theo is a 14 year old skater from the San Jose area. He reads the blog everyday, looking at pool pics & dreams up lines he wants to do. He found a pool near his house. Its all he wants to skate! Pool pals & friends we meet. I love it. Thank you to my friends– ‘M’, Mark Peanut Phillips, and Theo Van Bruggen for the images. Keep it up! Skate-Ozzie

http://surfandthefury.blogspot.com/

Chris Miller.

January 19, 2010

Baldy Pipe-2004

bleeding with style.

Chris Miller

New ‘Upland’ park.

FS nosebone- OG Combi.

Whittier- back in the day...

Indy- Vans Combi

'Terror at Tahoe'- July 1985

Chris & Jesse- Del Mar

'Boneless'- OG Combi.

I saw the ‘Gullwing- Full Power Trip’ video in 1990 or 1991. I remember Chris ruling it throughout. I was skating behind the ‘flannel curtain’, in central PA at Buster Haltermans barn ramp. Buster was a huge fan of Chris & rode Schmitt Stix boards religiously. If you compare Chris & Buster, you will see many similarities. Both can go high, flow at all times & seemingly drip style from every pore. Comparing the incomparable. At the Brick, NJ skatepark, they had a piece of wood on the stairs of the vert ramp, entitled ‘Vert Gods’, with names listed. Both -Chris & Buster- were on it.  I met Chris one day in 1991. Buster was at Woodward skating with Chris, who was a visiting pro that week. This was before Buster opened the door for me to start running things at Woodward. I drove up there and found out that Chris had slammed on a ‘body jar’-I think. He was done skating for the day. At the time, vert skaters would melt their shoelaces -virtually- every time we would knee slide. I had managed to find Frankfort Leather in Philadelphia. They made super strong laces with metal ends. I would give them to friends that rode vert. I remember giving  a bright orange set to Chris…he just smiled at me strangely, thanking me. Odd gift. Buster told me that I was a “goon”. I answered incredulously,  ”But, he’s Chris Miller! He does that FS ollie to truck thingee.” Anyway, that is a memory I have of meeting Chris. I have run into him many times thereafter. He came with Dave Swift, Andy Mac & Moffett to ride Gonzales pool when I painted it. Chris put a new board together & destroyed . Period. I thought I would question him on the basics & sent him some questions via email.

1- When & where did you start skating?— I lived in Santa Monica as a kid during the Dogtown heyday, ’76-’79. Not that I was part of the DT scene at all, but skating was just part of life for kids in the area. I got my first board for Christmas in 1977, it was a G&S fiberflex, Road Riders, and Bennett trucks. My first few years were spent skating the schoolyards, alleys and garages of Santa Monica. I lived on 7th street and went to school with Bela Horvath. This was also where I skated my first backyard pool… except it was in front of an apartment building.
2-What parks did you ride most? Were you a local at any?—I didn’t go to a skatepark until 1980. My parents split up and I moved out to Claremont (upland area) with my Mom. I was pretty miserable about it, but the consolation was all the skateparks. Pomona Grand Prix was my first park. It was not a great park, but to me it was amazing. I loved it until I found out about Pipeline in Upland, which was much much better.
3-Did you ride baldy often & with whom?—I started riding Baldy with the Upland locals after I had been coming to the park for a year or two. It’s funny but I can’t remember my first time there. I do have plenty of memories doing little missions from the skatepark up to the pipe. We would get dropped off (none of my crew was old enough to drive) skate the pipe for a while, and then skate down the wash to Arrow Hwy, where there was a rope you could climb out on, and then go back to the park. It was only about a half mile from there. Skated many times with the Albas, ChrisRobison, Eric Jueden, Tim Galvin and all the locals.
4- What is your ‘Pipeline’ history?—Too much to even talk about, but I spent literally every day there from 5th grade until I was 18. It was my sanctuary. Skating with all the groms, watching the Albas, and Dunlap and others rule the place. I got to see the Hester Series, Gold Cup and all the major pros from that era come through. One of the best days ever was when Cab, Scott Foss and the Powell Peralta team came. This was pre Bones Brigade and Cab and Foss were the new generation… Stacy gave me some stickers, and made fun of me for using the term “flow” when asking for them.
5- Who are your influences?—Salba, Micke, the Hoffman family, the Badlands, Dogtown, Steve Olsen, Brad Bowman, Billy Ruff, Neil Blender and everyone at G&S. It doesn’t end there, but those were key people when I was young.
6- How did you start Zacharys Planet Earth? ( i saw it (full name) on the paycheck or letterhead at busters when i lived w him)—After Schmitt Stix, I was looking for something new and felt uninspired by a lot of the brands that were offering me sponsorship. I wanted to start and artistically inspired brand and Tony Mag and Mike Ternasky offered to help. H-street and World were the new brands changing the industry, being run by skaters and mixing things up. I was inspired by them, but wanted to do it my way and continue that lineage that Neil Blender started over at G&S by doing his own graphics. Skateboarding and skateboards were about personal expression, a canvas for art. I felt that the world was a crazy place and the perspective of Planet Earth seemed to fit as a name. I was also 21 years old with a wife and baby son named Zach, and in many ways it was more about providing for my family than anything else. Hence, the corporate name Zachary’s Planet Earth.
7-Is there something you’ve never done yet always wanted to do skating?—I’d love to do frontside rodeos, and front noseblunt slide the combi corner.
8- Do you have any threshold moments?—I tried 540′s for like a year before I made one, it was so frustrating. Then, when I hadn’t tried one for a while I was at a demo in Portugal with Tony Hawk and he did a run with every variant of a 540 possible, including an ollie 5. I was just like, “if he can do all that, then I can at least make a regular mc twist” I spun a couple and then just made one… perfectly. Like I always could do it. I went on to make the next 40 or so that I tried. I was more consistent on them than backside airs for a while! it just shows that if you believe you can do something you can do it. That day represented a shift in my skating, and I was far more confident and progressive from there on.
9- Do you still try progressing or ride for fun mostly?—It’s all just for fun now, but progression is fun. I am always pushing to skate the best I can, not necessarily leaning new tricks but pushing myself, new lines, big airs, etc.
10-How do you see your boys skate? Do you see yourself?—I love skating with my sons Zach and Luke. They are so different as skaters but both are super rad in their own ways. Zach’s style is smooth and controlled, kind of a more modern version of me or Buster, and Lukas is totally creative and unique, kind of Craig Johnson meets Jay Adams, throw in a little Gonz and take it back to 1977.
11-Whats the deal with you winning all the combi contests? (HaHa).—I love that pool. I love skating it and the contests are really fun. I get nervous, but also love the energy. I also never won a pro contest at the OG combi, so it’s pretty cool to get paid back for all my blood, pain and broken bones!
12- What is in the future for you?—Keep skating as long as possible. I am inspired by Salba! If I can I’d like to be riding pools when I am 60!!
13- Do you ever still ride backyards?—On occasion, but I am pretty lazy about leaving North SD county. Encinitas, Carmel Valley, Clairemont, Washington Street, Bucky’s! It’s all too good, but I do love the fun and challenge of a good backyard.
14- What is your first or most memorable backyard session?—Well that would be my first pool in Santa Monica. I wrote a story about it for The Mag a couple of years ago.
Chris Miller. ‘First Time’

It was one of those summer days that seemed to last forever. I remember feeling like there were so many hours in a day that there was really no rush to do anything. I lived in an apartment building on 7th street in Santa Monica. I was 10 years old, my parents were divorced, and I lived with my Mom. She had gone back to college to get her degree and she had a part time job. Since she was working or going to school most of the time, and my brother and sisters were older, I had a lot of free time in the summer. The only time constraint was to be home by dark. Because the neighborhood was mostly apartment buildings, there were tons of super smooth parking garages to skate in. We would go out and skate in the alley behind our building using the driveways as banks, just carving down the street pretending to surf.
One of the best things to do was to build up your speed then cut down into a steep driveway that lead to an underground garage, bomb the rough driveway cement and then, as soon as you hit the perfectly smooth garage surface get tucked low and do a big carve. I don’t think I knew who Jay Adams was at the time, but I knew about Dogtown and understood the aesthetic and imitated it every day.
All of this information now seems like a frame around a picture of a particular day that is forever ingrained in my memory. I had been skating around the neighborhood, and met up with a friend who had a paper route. We sat on a sunny sidewalk where his papers were dropped off and folded them into thirds wrapping each one with a rubber band. He had one of those double-sided canvas bags that you wear over your head. They are designed so while you ride your bike, you can pull a rolled newspaper from either the front or back of the bag to throw it at the front door or driveway of the house of the subscriber.
Those bags were pretty functional, except the only problem for him was that we lived in apartment-land and he had to get off his bike, walk up the steps to where the mailboxes were and leave the appropriate number of papers there for the residents of that building. He wanted help, so I volunteered to go along with him and speed up the process. He rode his bike and I skated. At one of the apartment buildings, I took a bunch of papers and ran up the steps to drop them off. At the top of the steps I could see over the wall into the pool area. In the center of a pseudo tropical oasis sat an empty pool. It was a right hand kidney and it looked skatable. Although, since I had never skated a pool before, I didn’t really know if it was good or not, but it looked good to me.
I showed my friend, and we agreed to come back later after we finished the paper deliveries. When we came back, we heard the sound of someone skating. We looked over the wall and there was a guy standing in the shallow end. We debated whether to skate or not because of him. The guy skating was at least 10 years older than us and we were intimidated by him, but at the same time his presence made the act of jumping the wall and being down there seem less scary. We decided to continue with our plans to skate the pool. We climbed over the wall and down into the shallow end. Without much words besides a quiet “What’s up?” to the older guy we started skating.
I was surprised at how much speed I got dropping down from the shallow to the deep and fell on my first few kickturn attempts, leaning back too far as I went up the wall. We sat and let the older guy take 3 rides to each 1 of ours. Gradually we began making carves and kickturns on the transition. We were pretty excited about our progress, but our new “friend” was getting annoyed by our presence. He declared that we would have to “leave unless you can go over the light on the face wall.” This seemed pretty much impossible, but we were willing to try, rather than leave with our tails between our legs.
My first attempt took me on a trajectory straight toward the light and I jumped off right as my wheels bounced of the thick bubble shaped glass. My friend fared worse than I did, jumping off without even getting close to the light. With a couple more tries, I was actually getting up just above the light before jumping off and running out of it. I was filled with adrenaline pushing myself to do what seemed previously unattainable, and was now just within reach. The older guy was now giving us some advice instead of just vibes, and getting more stoked on us as we pushed ourselves.
I can’t remember how many tries it took, but I do remember the feeling I had when I made it. It was a feeling of fear, exhilaration, accomplishment, satisfaction, pride and relief all in one. It was amazing. It is the same feeling that has inspired me to skate day after day for the past 25 years. It’s the same feeling I had just a few days ago, finally getting backside tailslides really solid. It’s the same feeling Tony Hawk had when he made the 900. It’s the same feeling you had making your first noseslide on a big ledge. We all know it, because it is skateboarding. My friend never made it over the light, and despite warming up slightly to us, the older guy told him he could no longer skate. If he couldn’t skate, I wasn’t going to either. So, I took a few more runs to make it over the light again before we left. That was it. The beginning of everything. That was the mental picture inside the frame of all those other memories from that time of my life. Making it over the light.
Thank you to Chris, for taking the time to do this for us. Thank you to JGrant Brittain, Ray Zimmerman & Jim Goodrich for the stellar images. Skate-Ozzie

Steve Picciolo. R.I.P.

January 18, 2010

Dave Hackett was strongly influenced by Steven Picciolo. Steven was a great pool skater who-unfortunately-hasn’t received his due respect. Few have really heard his name. I recall magazine images of Steve. I have an image from ‘Skateboard World’ -etched in my mind- of Steven doing a FS air out of a pool. He has his name written on the bottom of his board. You cant see his face really well…but its a sick picture that stands out in my mind. He was ripping! He has passed away now, but his influence persists. Dave Hackett shared this eulogy recently & I post it here out of respect for both of them. Remember those that came before us. Steven Picciolo. R.I.P. -Skate-Ozzie

Pool Pals.

January 17, 2010

pool pals-Gonzales pool. 15 Oct 2000. R.I.P. --Mr. Gonzales.

Jim Howell & me.

Tony Alva- 52 yrs old & still doing all that is required!

Salba & Toby Burger- drain & broken glass work.

doug kinkade, lance mountain, ozzie, josh borden

doug kinkade, lance mountain, ozzie, josh borden.

After my 2000 birthday session at Gonzales pool, Tony Farmer sent me a drawing done by the late Matt Neely. It is of a kidney pool with a palm tree on the hip & has small cartoon figures pointing into the deep end. In the lower corner it says, ‘Pool Pals’. After that session & upon receiving the drawing, I sat & thought about how amazing pool skating is. I didn’t have the privilege of knowing Matt Neely, but I think I understand what drove him. I have been using the term, ‘Pool Pals’ ever since. No matter what you’ve done in our sport, no matter who you are, you must do the work. You must put your time in & help. Pools won’t become empty or cleaned by themselves. Salba states that if outsiders want to come ride Badlands pools, they must help us drain one first. In these images, you will see, Doug Kinkade, Toby Burger, Lance Mountain, Salba & TA among others. All are in the pool, by the drain & working or ‘supervising’. Pool Pals. Down for life. Thanks to Bryce Kanights , Brian Walnum & Peter King for the images- Dedicated to Matt Neely R.I.P.-Skate long- Ozzie

addendum- received email wondering about gonzo grp shot- L-R, Tyco, Farmer, Andy Mac, Bryce Kanights, Me, Mr. G, Rhino, Shaggy, Nick Henderson, Ray Flores, Buster Halterman, Scott Ward, Dave Ferry…and a bunch of others…Thnks.-Ozzie

The Nude Bowl.

January 16, 2010

Doug Kinkade- Nude Bowl ruler...

Duane Peters- Nude Bowl-1987

Nude- the 'digout' of 99'

Andy Mac - FS Blunt--April 95- 330am

Andy Mac- lien air.

I visited Andy Macdonald in San Diego, back in 1993. I flew in for an ASR tradeshow from Woodward skate camp in Pennsylvania. Andy happily informed me that we would be driving out by Joshua Tree that very night. It seems that it was Dave Reuls birthday & there was going to be a party. I nodded my assent & off we went. The dirt road up to the slab, was rutted & broken. Cactus & sage brush covered everything. Trash billowed out beside the car & discarded beer cans were ubiquitous. We crawled up the dirt track, careful not to bottom out.

We arrived at the concrete slab. It was right below the hotel remains & it was overflowing with trucks, cars & people. Everywhere that I looked, there were people sitting on sleeping bags, smoking, drinking & laughing. It was unreal. We got our gear out & headed up a short path to where we could see lights. A generator growled somewhere in the distance close by. We stepped up onto the deck. A huge kidney pool was spread out before us with– at least–thirty skaters milling about the decks & shallow end.

Graffiti was splashed & scrawled upon-virtually-every surface, in every color.  Most of it was unintelligible, but one that caught my eye & has remained with me over the years, was located on the hip just inside the coping. It said, “Friendships never die at the nude.” The old nudist hotel building was a pale shadow if its former self. It rose gaunt & skeletal above the pool & squatted obscenely in the waning light. I could smell weed burning & happy faces greeted my roving eyes.

This was  Mecca! I watched Dave Reul- hair dyed blue-push into the pool and FS 50-50 the entire face wall. I watched Andy FS blunt, then follow it up with a FS rock near the hip. I saw people I can barely remember doing insane things I will never forget. I hadn’t seen anything like it…anywhere. A cute girl walked up to me & offered me a beer. I waved her away & started skating.

Twister pulled a sick FS grind, Rhino crailed the side wall, and Jonathan ‘Bacon’ Hobbs made a sick FS air…which was greeted by howls from those watching. It was sick! We skated for hours & hours. People came & went, moves were pulled, girls were discovered, friendships & love were made. The deep night faded into half light. Dawn glowed in the distance. I watched the sun come up over the ‘Nude’ bowl that morning & I will remember it my whole life.

The ‘Nude’ is gone now. Someone was stabbed at a party out there in the late 90s. It wasn’t a skater that performed such a heinous act. It was a scumbag wanna-be punk. His stupidity lost us one of the great gathering places for skateboarders everywhere. Remember the ‘Nude’ bowl. Thanks Andy Mac, JGrant Brittain & Doug Kinkade for the images. Skate-Ozzie

Gonzales pool revisited -1986.

January 15, 2010

mondo

jesse martinez

eric dressen

unknown

jayboy over the box

jay adams

http://bluetileobsession.com/2009/10/01/dogtown-the-gonzales-pool/

For years, the Gonzales pool has been ridden by a select few. I wrote about its history, as it was related to me by–Ray Flores, Wes Humpston, Tony Alva, Stacy Peralta & Tessie Gonzales herself. She gave me these snapshots, taken by someone –(she cannot recall)– in April 1986. If anyone knows the name of the unknown rider, (Alan Scott?) please let  me know. Gonzales pool. Where many things began… for all of us. Thanks to Tessie Gonzales- Skate-Ozzie

Tore up.

January 14, 2010

bonk!

Sam, Scott, Lance & Ray

Scott- moments before changing his anatomy.

Sam (bummed), Lance, Ray, Grosso & Scott

Trying to fix some of whats wrong with Scott.

Scott being punished.

"Tell me- Scott! Who's the man now!?"

The other weekend, my pool pals Sam Haines & Scott Ward, drove with me over to Lance Mountains pool for a session with Lance, Ray Zimmerman, Jeff Grosso, Big Jer & others. It was a fine, sunny Sunday morning. We got up, stretched by the empty beauty of ‘Ridiculous’, drank coffee & prepared. At 11am, we were enroute. I kept up a running dialogue of the pools finer qualities & what was to be expected.

We arrived, chatted with Lance & swept out the pool. We were the first to arrive & skate. Scott, Sam & I warmed up a bit & Ray Zimmerman of Concrete Disciples arrived. He was going to ride with us & told me that he wanted to shoot my BS air over Lances side stairs that day. GULP! I had only done it once & only after 50 tries. It was a mind-bender for me! I pushed on the gas pedal & started hucking myself out of the pool. Bail. Bail. Bail. ad nauseum. Big Jer, Liz, Grosso & others arrived & the yard filled up with skaters.

My pal Sam was starting to really work the pool & came ‘undone’, going into the shallow end. I don’t think anyone ever told Sam, that he had to keep both feet on the board when coming down on a hip transfer.  He came out of the deep, his back foot came off & he came out of the session. MCL strain to his knee. Prognosis= off work /one week. Oops! Get better bro. A friend of Jeff Grosso, dropped in  & hit the waterfall. The waterfall hit back & he came out of the session as well. Palm bruise. Ouch! Meanwhile, I continued to waste Rays JPEGS & everyones time, by  bailing the side stairs over & over.

Scott Ward wasn’t feeling it that day. He had received the ‘backyard beatdown’ all weekend & his confidence was low. The day before,  we had completed a pretty arduous kidney pool tour. We rode 4 kidney pools & Scott took the brunt of the punishment. At Lances, he was cruising fast & stylish-as usual- but wasn’t where he- normally -should’ve been. The best I can recall, he went FS over the light, slid out & his arm went up over his head. He dislocated his arm at the shoulder. Blam! He called out-rather calmly- “Dude. My shoulder is out.”

I was quickly in the pool & noticed he was absolutely correct. The bone was bulging out lower than his shoulder & the muscles around it  were tight & twitching. He was in obvious pain. I knew that he had popped his other shoulder out in the past- snowboarding. Fairly nonchalantly, Scott looked at me and simply told me, “I’m not going to the E.R. Put it in.” I tried to hold his shoulder still & pull down on his upper arm, to rotate & replace it in the socket, but it wouldn’t work. Scott gritted his teeth & said, “I know what to do. I need to get out of the pool.” We got him out of the pool & up on the shallow end deck. Scott lay flat on his stomach, with his shoulder even with coping, arm dangling limply into the pool.

At this point, everyone was looking on in ‘Shock & Awe’. With a snarl on his face- like Clint Eastwood- Scott hissed, “Go!” With a steady pull on his arm & a slight rotation…’Clunk.’ Fini. Scott stood, gave a huge sigh of relief, actually ‘high-fived’ me with his other arm, and apologized to Lance for getting hurt at his pool. Lance looked at him incredulously & laughed out loud. Grosso looked on. wreathed in cigarette smoke…”You guys are punk.” was the only thing he said.

We took our battered & mangled crew, and walked to the car. I gave Scott, Motrin & a drink of water, then we went to 7-11 to buy ice for both Sam & Scott. In the end, Scott took a beating, ‘man-style’, Sam took a concrete smack down &…I took a ride over the ladder at Lances. After seeing my bros take the beat down, I threw one over the stairs & made it, bonking my wheels on the railing (Gulp!) for good measure. Yikes! Sometimes, its not about what YOU know…its about what your friends know. Like, how to put a shoulder back into its proper anatomical position….Skate & take care of your friends. Thanks to MRZ, Lance &……adequate medical training. -Ozzie

paying…

January 13, 2010

Steve Picciolo-Dogbowl

adam morgan

me- enroute to the drain...

‘All or nothing’, has to be worth something. Sometimes, its almost too hard. You go out to ride your skateboard, and your board ends up riding you…  While I work on my Chris Miller interview & prepare for some new pool adventures, here’s a few images to entertain you all. Thanks to Jim Goodrich & MRZ & Motrin & Ben Gay & Emergency Rooms everywhere. Skate- Ozzie

January rain.

January 12, 2010

Duane Peters- no stranger to damage & pain.

Winter 2002. Revolving lights of red & blue pierced the fog of my overdose; shining through the haze of Percocet & vodka. The shimmering lights of the police & paramedics were lighting up my narrowly-escaped demise. I heard the beep, beep, beep, of the EKG machine & the hiss of oxygen, as muffled voices came to me like a distant dream.

I tried to focus my eyes & saw the rainy street; its greasy asphalt reflecting all the attention back onto me. I saw concern, disgust & frenzy on the faces of those nearest. I had become truly lost. I hated waking up … and hated them, hating me. “Ugh! Not again”, I moaned to myself. I was living in a broken dream. I hadn’t become a tenth of what was expected. You see, I know about the ‘element’ that is everything.

I’ve known its intimacy for so long, I hardly know anything else. I loved it, as it pissed its -fake -comfort down my spinal cord. I -forever- needed its soothing cloak of security, it blanketed me with. It left me dying on oily asphalt & in pathogenic basements…my life, a cracked mirror. It boiled my blood –thrumming & blurry– while its nails punctured my skin. It filled me with throbbing hunger. There is little on this earth that compares to the hell of opiate withdrawal.

It called to me daily. It whispered lies & showed me a thousand magic lanterns. It was Himalayan in its heights.  Once awakened from a peaceful stupor, I noticed my guts  in a knotted mass. I felt shattered glass under my skin;  sweat-soaked desperation. I lay writhing, hair matted, skin crawling, hands clenched in horrible  longing. It made my blood shriek & hammer, insatiably. I loved & hated its purring chemical voice. I was a favorite slave.

Thankfully, those days are long past. I no longer feel the need to numb myself to my existence. If you feel the urge to escape, remember that it can become a crutch. I know. It becomes everything to you. Then, your blood wakes you up; darkly calling . You too, can become ‘truly lost.’  There will be no comfort in skating, no comfort in love or family, no sexual urge, no comfort in God. There will only be the  sordid existence of the pipe, the bottle or the needle. I am neither preaching nor ‘grandstanding’. I have lived in an ugly place…but no longer. I am sharing-only-my experience. If it helps to be self-disclosing & brutally truthful….possibly it can help one other person. I can only hope. Put the crutch away, get help…and go skate. Thank you MRZ for the image. -Ozzie