I feel over stimulated.

So much has happened this weekend, most of it good, but some of it...well...really interesting? Sure. We'll call it that. Lucero played Saturday night, which brought a pile of good friends out of the woodwork. Nathan, Alex, Matt, Danny and Kristen all came out to get rowdy, or spread illness or entice my girlfriend with the promise of tobacco products. Well, at least I got a blank check for playing CoD out of the whole thing. The Caveman was in effect, which colored the weekend some, but there isn't much that could be done. He's a force of nature and as such cannot be corralled by any craft that we here possess. In spite of that, we did manage to sway and sing and see Alex get his crowd surf on. Corey got his D700 and I did my damnedest to produce for it, but I am limited by not being very good on a bike.

Alex however, is good.

Can can!


Table 270 over the hip that vexes the fuck out of me...


Ain't gonna be good...

The kid is alright...

Also known as the Alex Magellan post. I've known Alex's brother Nathan for several years now, and met Alex about 4 years ago. He was quiet, nice, shredding and wearing girl jeans. He's gotten bigger and stronger since then, but he still shreds...and has a desire to make shit look big and good. It was cold when I ran into the brothers Magellan tonight, but I shook off frost bite of the shutter pressing finger and got some of Alex ripping the hell out of the park.

I know...I know...no bikes. It even says so on the ground around it. But Alex is smoother than most of the skaters and the coping was spared.



"Nice to see you again, Stephen. What tricks are you working on so I can show you how they are done better and about 4 feet higher?"


People think I am nuts when I ice pick this thing...Alex footjams it like it was nothing...


This was the last picture I took. My finger was so cold at this point that I could not tell if I was pressing the button or not, so there were flashes going off all over the place. I know he will say that he can do this trick better, but fucksake, it looked good...


Special thank you to Mica for enduring the cold so that I could ride with Alex and talk shit with Nathan. She's the best girl.

Catalytic conversions gone horribly wrong...

My truck is sick. Apparently running it on empty constantly is bad for it or something. I actually knew this but when time is tight and you have to get kids places and get yourself to work...well...shit falls through the cracks. It's my fault and I am okay with that. Tomorrow will tell me how much blood I have to let to get this fixed. Not siked.

I have slacked on posting pictures. Badly. I think it has something to do with everything else being so difficult. Well, I finally got around to developing and resizing and all that. So here you go...

Kids in the yard means good weather paid a visit. The cold rolled back in today, but we had a small window of nice...




I saw this in the yard. It is Phoenix's old bike. My old T-1 bars are on it...the same bars I took to Austin with me over a year ago. It struck me that maybe they deserved a better fate. Maybe they deserved better than to be left outside. I dunno.


Bobby Fisher hosted a party last weekend, even though he was still a little sick. He had already bought the kegs, so the show had to go on. And it did. Mica even got gussied up!


The dogs wanted to go, but parties are for closers.


They happy couple prepares to get loose. She has no idea that Call of Duty 4 will destroy our relationship...


Under the weather, not the influence.


Corey and John are touching each others penis in this picture.


Bobby, for those that were not aware, used to be a pro for Standard Bikes. He even had a signature frame. He has two that were never put together...


Mica getting her party face on.


The next day, I tried to ride. Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, so I just took a couple of pictures of other people riding. Adam boosted and then his bike got stolen later that day.


Gingersnaps did a footjam on command. I am good with dogs, too!


Today, Corey took some last shots with his 30D. I did a 270-ish thing and he got a lot of my ass. Whatever. I'll take it.


My arm hurts now.

Anti-freeze, oil leaks, FM-200, blue and white wires...

Holy man...this week is already nuts...and it is one day old.

Mica's car blew a radiator hose, my truck is leaking oil like a professional oil leaking thing and apparently FM-200 releases 3 states away take down phone systems. I didn't even really get into the whole department swapping causing me to see blue and white wires in my waking dreams.

Party at Bobby's this past weekend. And I also ate a pile of shit trying to get nose-dive 360's on the hip. Ow.

I'll post up some pics tomorrow. It is time to lay down and figure out how to navigate tomorrow...