da mystery of chessboxin

damien redid the crook from last night again tonight, but in a line, starting out on this chess table.  boy's got ups.

we got pointlessly kicked out of the plaza for a while--the cops told us it was dumb and that we could come back in half an hour.  so we skated across the street at this ledge spot.  after a while, another cop car shows up, and pulls onto the sidewalk and heads toward us, looking at us, and we get ready to be kicked out.  but then the cop, not looking at where he's driving, almost runs over a guy on a bicycle.  he sees at the last second, swerves, bashes his chassis on the curb.  i guess he was embarrassed, because he just left, and didn't come back.

halloween hellraiser

nic filmed this and edited this for mandi-claw.  an awesome time.  those monkey feet made my feet hurt a lot the next couple of days.

SKATEISTAN

"When I am skating on the streets, I can feel people questioning my right to skate.  Their opinions are meaningless to me.  I really like skating and I won't stop."

This perfect expression of how it is to skate was said by a twelve-year old girl in Kabul.  Watch this short documentary, SKATEISTAN.  It's incredibly well done--shot beautifully, well-narrated.  It's so good, that for this post I'm using proper capitalization.  Full-screen it and enjoy.