Whats up haters and lovers? Heres some more ammo for both you groups. Last week found yours truely goin to L.A........again. Yup.....Fuckin again yo. My friends will understand the remarkableness of that statement. You know I'm only goin to that bastard city and that motherfuckin LAX airport for a good reason. Gladly again, this time, it was well worth it.
Read the past report and pretty much press rewind. Nike does not skip any corners on these here trips dawg. Matter of fact they throw red carpet over them. Its fuckin craze and completly over the top. This time around they posted us up in The Roosevelt Hotel in the middle of downtown L.A.(an actor/ paparatzi hangout? What the fuck?) Its main attraction is the pool/bar. Bikinis and high heels/slut boots. Its fuckin L.A. yo,..... and they clearly don't give a fuck. I was on the top floor in my own suite and the drink tap was open. Yup.
But before gettin to deep with that mayham, my NIke dogs did some shit most of your "Skate/core" companies reps don't do. We went skatin. Props to all the reps out there living it and actually ride. A big fat fuck you to the ones burning it. I love how some fat fuck will try and tell me what makes his shit so raaaad brah. ACtually I don't love it at all, and I might use mace on you and your sandels you fuck.
We bombed out and hit the local hoods and alleys! Good times and I got to meet other Nike homeboys from all over. One of which was my man Stu from Chicago. Dude was an og head and fuckin rips shit and is a true skate rat for life. I also met this dude Teak from Florida. He was homeboys with Lair Lifer Tye Feaster and good people. I also saw my mile a minute homeboy, Steve from Seattle. Dude is good times! Basically.....Its just a bunch of skate lifers livin this shit...... and none of us could give a toss on the haters of the swoosh. Cause it doesn't matta. Hate all ya like....while you punch that time clock and bum out on life. We'll be off to the next spot.
After bombin around and seein some historic skate spots....and laughin at all the freaks.......and tellin girls I don't know Sheckler....and spitting on certain peoples stars on the walk of Fame/Shame....sorry, I couldn't pass on the irony....we made it back to the hotel for that evenings debauchery. The backdrop was this hotels pool/bar cities apparent hotspot. Holy shit. What the fuck? Like being at the Playboy Mansion minus as many crackheads...or maybe not. Anyway it was craze.
On all the nights we were there Nike was nice enough to have a private bar overlooking the eveings festivities and saving you from the bar tab price of $12 for a beer. Yoow-Za! Also apparently being a skate rat is a cool thing to the lcoal night life girls living for the weekend. I did meet a bunch of cool people as well as idiots and some dude that abducted me to his and his wifes friends party if you can follow all that...... I couldn't.......but thats how it was. At who the fuck knows when I ended back at the bar and into Lair extended Fam Tyler Tufty. We hit the late night spot and its a wrap. For the record and braggin rights, Tyler is easily the most skilled on board rep out there. Yeah I said it. Homeboy rips with the right attitude and fuckin lays shit down proper.
Bright and early we were back on the party bus and got dropped off at Nike/ Pauls public park somewhere in fuckin downtown La. Hey yo...it was like ten in the morning or some shit....your boyband was beyond dehydrated from the previous nights festivities.....some of which ended only hours before we found ourselves out in this saharah desert. The crew got busy and it was dope to see Paul wreck shit. He's a good kid and a fuckin walkin video game. Holy shit. One of my homeboys from DC at Palace 5 skate shop got me feelin grrrreeeat and suddenly the 95 degree heat wasn't as bad. I also got to see that Theotis Beasley kid skate and like Paul had a fuckin rad attitude and this kid will get everything he deserves for livin life right.
After seeing tinsel from my fuckin near heat stroke I was gettin, we retreated back to the bus. I was ready for a coma. However before that was gonna be possable we were off to the next skate spot. After a million turns we made it to Pauls private TF. The setup was ill and I watched Paul, James Craig, Rodrigo something, Theotis,Pauls buddy, This dude, that one guy,....man a fuckton of Nike heads........... fuckin slay it. Its sick cause I ain't a hater and get amped to continue witnessing retarded skateboarding first hand. Darin as usual got it right and it was nothing but good times.
Most of the crew was beat down. My man Oliver ( This chubby bastard is good peeps and reminds me of one of my old Hartford Homeboys. Oliver has the CT armed escort pass fellas) had to jump off the bus to deposit the good times that were killing us. I'd actually like to know how brew the crew puts down on a single trip. Viking status and I am a fan. Anyhow everyone retreated to the pool for round 3000. Not yours though. Instead of Bikinis I was headed for the Supreme skatshop fool!
Javier Nunez (SHUT Crew and OG NYC head) was workin and giving me the green flag to hit their backroom bowl. Good looks to Javier, Supreme crew and Rodney for hookin a brother up. Good times and I'm amped to see Javier in our bowl in the near future. You can watch it yourself cause Shut is coming next weekend. Go tell somebody. After a dope session, my legs were straight up dead and giving out and I skated the livin shit outta myself. Dun datta. Kicked it with the crew then grabbed a ride back in a cab to the lab......a cab who almost killed a dude on a motor cycle when we made a turn. The biker dude straight up skidded and ate shit into a parked car. It was fucked up. MY cabbie floored it and still maintained his conversation on his cell phone. I ain't kidding and I don't need to. Any where I go yo.........someshit. It never fails.
Got back to the spot and it was right into the usual shitshow. Good times and I was amped to see all my homeboys. It was that guns and roses song all night and damn so easy. We again set records of all types and a raging time was had by all. Its a hell of a way to make a living I'm telling you and no sooner was I tellin some girl that was some talent manager....every person in LA I meet I swear to you.....I was stumbling back into that living Hell they call LAX airport. I didn't even really care all that much cause I had plenty to laugh about and met some rad peeps on the flight home. Everytime yo, it never fails. Thanks for fuckin the 10,000 time to Darin O'Brien and Nike SB crew for hookin it up. Also to Paul for being a rad kid and showin us the golden tour. Scott Keating where you at dawg?! Can't fuckin wait to see where the fuck we end up next. Please no LAX.
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