At The End Of The Road

Friday, March 18, 2011

FDR JAM APRIL 2ND IM HOSTING!

Just know that for now, all donations will go to the Athlete Recovery Foundation. I'll have a story up on the Terrible One site in a few days. Im not spoiling it, and my story about my trip to Austin.
Cheers.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Paul Horan Is Crazy Still

Wow, he asked if I thought this was good haa

Austin in two days. I have a very awesome tour guide for all things not BMX so Im set.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Did some writing at work last night

Walking up the narrow doorway, hands shaking not in fear
But out of compassion, that I hadn’t felt in years.
We had drank and had our laughs,
The smile you wore, hell I knew that we have had fun,
You told me to hold me, oh so close.
Your breath on my neck and my hands in yours,
Wishing Id tell you how beautiful, How beautiful you really fucking are.
To me.
Yeah Me.
To Me.
Yeah Me.
You were such a beauty to me.
Carrying you towards a restless night in my arms wishing I had the words to say,
That I think I want you to stay…with me.
But empty promises, and broken bottles,
Put me on my knees,
My heart felt so heavy, not yet to be broken,
Please dear, don’t do this again.
I wish I had the words to say,
I wish I had the chance to turn back time,
I wish I’d never held you close,
But I still wish I’d make you mine.
Yes, mine.
Seeing you smiling at me.
As ruby red tongues gnaw out lies, and deceit
Im stuck here kissing your feet,
Mistakes were forgiven regrets were now made, the distance felt further than Mars.
Phone call wars, are worse on the floor, of a night spent drunk here without you.
Without you.
Oh without you.
Please dear lets start this again.
I have my control, and I still love your soul,
Im sorry we can’t speak again I've bleed my words dry.
Wiping your tears,beer after beer,
We’ll never have those days again, so say goodbye to the stars.
Dying lights above, just like street lights, yet not so distant not so warm.
Focus on the dead sun, struggling to arise with one last gasp of heat.
And vast coldness surrounded the walls, and all was dark, alone, and distant once more.
My opus was left to rot. Under the blackest of light.
It'll be alright.
It'll be alright.
So we can dance as cities fall, and our blood turns towards life,
New beginnings mean nothing if there is no one to guide your hand towards, slow gentle speaking,
Whispering the unforgettable stories of our souls dancing in the fallout of a thousand nuclear wars.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Regrets...I've had a few

First things fucking last, I shot this photo of my boy Vince Discala at the new Black Diamond Skatepark in Philadelphia,(not the actual fun one at the old Vans Skatepark in NJ) otherwise known as The Iceline Club, aka X-Gaymes, aka Hoodcurd
I have a hotel and everything set up. So we can ride bikes, film burn a few during the day, not go to a bar to pull ladies smelling like Geno's Steaks. This is either going to be a great two week trip, or Adam Schnellenbach meets Hunter S. Thompson in a substance abuse contest. But I expect results both in print, photos, and hopefully a video edit by the end of the two weeks documenting everyones favorite city to hang and ride here in the States, Austin Texas will either swallow me whole and spit me back up to the Keystone State.

Or I get alot of bike riding done, pull some chicks, and eat at Chuy's everyday. Any of you dudes or anyone reading this who will be in the Austin area, or Arizona hell we're pretty close. I've love to get to AZ when its not summer like the last time I was in the desert, it was 112 degrees in Navaz's old right hand video man, Local Shredder of Standpoint/Jersey Riding Video Zine shit his pants whist we were searching for a fullpipe on the Salt River we had heard Joe Rich speaking of at an old ECT/FBM/Hell On Earth contest in Bigglestown Ny after the Etnies Forward premiere where our whole crew aside from Navazio, Tom White, and myself were the only ones out of 12 of us not to get arrested but got to ride the shit pool before realizing it wasn't worth the bust, took two runs each and peaced out. While everyone else got proper fucked as we saw the police arriving from the top of a hill overlooking Johnson City's finest Holiday Inn.

We then retreated to a near by Denny's and I ordered Homefries as not to draw attention as we had ditched the bikes in some bushes so not to get pulled over with 3 bikes on the rack and looking sketchy. Funny thing was Nate Hanson was in there eating alone, and Dave Fremiuth almost got arrested for riding the pool we rode as he walked his bike back into the hotel after the contest. I fell asleep watching ECD 2: Uncharted Territory while everyone else was in jail at the old FBM house. What does this pointless tale from the road teach anyone who just read it? That you are as bored as I happen to be. Expect more, "Tales From The Chevy Blazer Hood."
Tune of the day:

My buddy also sent over this photo from a local skatepark that was a high school student project back in 1999, stoked on the Garret Byrnes rip off helmet I have on. Man times change.