Wheres my money man??
Brandon Nikki wants you to give us the 100 smackers, dollars, dinero, cheese, green backs, the goods, the shmitz, whatever you want to calls it, she needs the greens. Call her or give chase the money. Do it. No actually i mean really do it. Shes not kidding...
BOOGAIRR PAY UP: F4M
Leaving for soco at 2pm
See you jumanjis there.
P.S. I'm not bringing my skateboard because I'm a quitter.
Twitter. Gay.
yeah, its gay. yeah, its stupid. yeah, i shouldnt have made the account. but i made us a Twitter account months ago so we could know what we were doing. doing as in if we were skating and such. but we really dont skate as much anymore, besides myself. but i know you two have school and such. but i had forgot about the account for a while, vlad reminded me so there ya go. i set it up so it follows some shitty people. mostly Oprah and Shaun White though. anyhow, yeah, its there. whatever.
-brandon
Shreditude
justin and i went skating at this santa ana place.
played skate with this kid.
and this kid
front board
some other random things happened. like kids with rollerblades and random gangsters.
-brandon
Shrevident
It has been some time since i have updated on here. i apologize. i havent been doing too much with myself besides speculating on going to SF for job interviews. that, and skating alone.
The other day, i went skating with justin. it had been some time since ive skated with him, so it was nice. i went to his house and we were on our way to skating over to the Post Office. he told me they have this flat rail there, so i was excited. on our way there, i attempted to do a quick little nollie into a drive way. i landed primo perfectly. it was completly unexpected so i wasnt really ready when i hit the ground. and i git the ground fucking hard. to add insult to injury, a truck honked at me as it drove by. my palms were bleeding, it was a great start to things. when we got to the Post Office, we had to move some dumpsters out of the way. but the thing about the rail was, it had welding marks on it, as in they tried to skate stop the rail. luckily, the welding marks werent big enough that it would fuck up your deck. but there was one more bummer, they had also put a rail on the ground around the initial rail. so you had to do a small ollie before actually getting to the rail. i skated the rail a bit and noticed there was some red curbs waxed nearby. i skated them for a short minute until the back tail i attempted stuck and i couldnt catch myself from falling. so i slightly hyperextended my left arm. going great so far. then i noticed this gas meter thing that i wanted to ollie over. it looked like this: I--I. but the middle part was higher. the top of it was a bit higher than my knee. so i thought, fuck it. i get about 15 yards away and start to haul ass. oh, a rock. i hit the rock as im leaning a bit too forward so of course i fall. fuck up my palms more and a rock get embedded into it as well. awesome. so far, a terrible, yet good day of skating. only good because i was skating.
left palm. doesnt look that bad, but it stung.
right palm. the rock was in this hand. doesnt look like much as well, but still hurt.
later that night, justin and i were eating pizza and vlad called to skate. we decided to skate LB park. it was surprisingly a good park. although, some of the things were a bit unrealistic to skate. AND i fell a lot more there. hurting my palms and legs more so. long story short, i need to shred more.
that means with you chase.
-brandon
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