so i was diggin thru some bass tabs and i came across this log from a mini trip that me, kevin mcgowan, lionel rocha aka; the loach and fellow team member brian henderson. this was another film mission bro-fest . i think maybe 4 years ago. anyways brian had an idea where all the team guys make a page for a mini zine that was goin into the shrink wrap with the boards. well everyone opted for the artsy route, my page was going to be a mini log, of a trip so here it is word for word..................
-Thurs. July 3.
9 p.m. head to hunington beach, hop in the truck. the crew is me, brian, loach, kevin and noah. lil noah was pretty sick. i think he has food poisoning. stop in marin. noah looks like the walking dead. people are staring at him like he is dunk, but he is hella sick. it doesn't help that i am holding a forty. noah calls his mom he can't make it. we head back to novato. noah bails. now there are only four left. fukk we got 7 hours of drivin left. get on i-5 theres a huge wreck. back up the clock. 2 hours later brian calls it. go to a rest stop and get out the bags. it's time to sleep dagger style. me and brian sllep on the tables, while kevin and and loach sleep in the truck. cash in the chips and take a nap.
-Fri. July 4.
wake up at 7 am and i got a load of flies on me and its already 90 degrees. hop in the truck and i become commander of the vessel. traffic is thick and there is a gnarly wreck about every 50 miles. we even saw a car straight 5 alarmin right on the side of the road......hell fire, unleashed. finaaly get to h.b. seeing danny and jeff is a godamn relief. oh by the way jeff and danny live in the old warner apts. if you don't know the story ask brian. hit up del taco and go over to mark waters animal chin ramp. it's like a hundred degrees, these dudes show up with pbr........my heros. me and loach try to do neil blender rollouts and burn our hands. we are fukkin gay. we roll over to a gap over rail that danny knows about. kevin switch ollies it . loach pop shuv's it. danny almost heelflips it. i puss out cuz i can't get enough speed to it. so i kick-flip into the grass bank and eat shit. we then hit up this skateable sign and bum a smoke off some wierd lady. eat dinner. chill . jeff takes us to these banks that MJ b.s.n.b.s. ------loach gets a tailslide, me and kev get frontside boardslides, some security tries to hassle. get some pbr and head back to jeff's. by this time its like 1 am, brian chucks 2 m-80's out the window.......apts shake, big lights, huge boom . happy 4th mutha f'rs
-Sat July 5.
wake up and head to del taco. big pappa calls and is gonna meet us at 8 to shoot some photos. this day is lookin good.go skate this school by the house . break my board doin a line and get tossed like a pile of shit. after jeff and brain figure it out, we head down to venice beach for the freakshow.. i chilled and watched the rollerskaters while brian did a half-cab nose manni on the big ledge. then kevin switched helled to fakie manni. danny also hooked up a half cab heelflip to noseslide down the escalater. night falls and we bounce. get big poppa, check some spots , drink some pbr and go lookin for the sandman.
-Sun July 6.
del taco for breakfast and we roll out. everyone is sore. head over to l.a. high. see sumner, romero, braydon, and ellington. everyone is hittin up the rail, and loach get some shit, while me and biggie go shoot photos in the front. go to another rail in korea town. danny noseslides it and brayden back smiths it.head to hooters for dinner(no hot chix) ...get to the pad have a beer, listen to maiden and pass out.
-Mon July 7.
last say no skating...........fukk. go over to sole-tech so kevin and loach can get their shit. see tony-e adn miner from rosetown. b.s. and hang out. thanks for the stuff tony and jeff. look for something in the mall for my family but they aint got shit. head over to 1984 to get some shit. thanks to shannon and scotty for keepin me clothed. finally its 5.....prime traffic. fukk this shit. head to del taco one last time.....i will miss her. stop by the goodwill. me and brian get get some space boots for the cover of love gun. its 7. blast out of h.b. 1 hour later i-5 is shut down for a gnarly ass fire. this is gonna be along haul.....out of traffic. stop at a.m.-p.m. i geta large mocha, take the wheel and drive 5 hours straight. get home at 3:30 am, hell's yeah! drop my shit, hit the floor, i am out! ---------CHALKER----------------
(I MIGHT HAVE FORGOT SOME STUFF, SORRY GUYS I SUFFER FROM C.R.S.-CAN'T REMEMBER SHIT)
-Thurs. July 3.
9 p.m. head to hunington beach, hop in the truck. the crew is me, brian, loach, kevin and noah. lil noah was pretty sick. i think he has food poisoning. stop in marin. noah looks like the walking dead. people are staring at him like he is dunk, but he is hella sick. it doesn't help that i am holding a forty. noah calls his mom he can't make it. we head back to novato. noah bails. now there are only four left. fukk we got 7 hours of drivin left. get on i-5 theres a huge wreck. back up the clock. 2 hours later brian calls it. go to a rest stop and get out the bags. it's time to sleep dagger style. me and brian sllep on the tables, while kevin and and loach sleep in the truck. cash in the chips and take a nap.
-Fri. July 4.
wake up at 7 am and i got a load of flies on me and its already 90 degrees. hop in the truck and i become commander of the vessel. traffic is thick and there is a gnarly wreck about every 50 miles. we even saw a car straight 5 alarmin right on the side of the road......hell fire, unleashed. finaaly get to h.b. seeing danny and jeff is a godamn relief. oh by the way jeff and danny live in the old warner apts. if you don't know the story ask brian. hit up del taco and go over to mark waters animal chin ramp. it's like a hundred degrees, these dudes show up with pbr........my heros. me and loach try to do neil blender rollouts and burn our hands. we are fukkin gay. we roll over to a gap over rail that danny knows about. kevin switch ollies it . loach pop shuv's it. danny almost heelflips it. i puss out cuz i can't get enough speed to it. so i kick-flip into the grass bank and eat shit. we then hit up this skateable sign and bum a smoke off some wierd lady. eat dinner. chill . jeff takes us to these banks that MJ b.s.n.b.s. ------loach gets a tailslide, me and kev get frontside boardslides, some security tries to hassle. get some pbr and head back to jeff's. by this time its like 1 am, brian chucks 2 m-80's out the window.......apts shake, big lights, huge boom . happy 4th mutha f'rs
-Sat July 5.
wake up and head to del taco. big pappa calls and is gonna meet us at 8 to shoot some photos. this day is lookin good.go skate this school by the house . break my board doin a line and get tossed like a pile of shit. after jeff and brain figure it out, we head down to venice beach for the freakshow.. i chilled and watched the rollerskaters while brian did a half-cab nose manni on the big ledge. then kevin switched helled to fakie manni. danny also hooked up a half cab heelflip to noseslide down the escalater. night falls and we bounce. get big poppa, check some spots , drink some pbr and go lookin for the sandman.
-Sun July 6.
del taco for breakfast and we roll out. everyone is sore. head over to l.a. high. see sumner, romero, braydon, and ellington. everyone is hittin up the rail, and loach get some shit, while me and biggie go shoot photos in the front. go to another rail in korea town. danny noseslides it and brayden back smiths it.head to hooters for dinner(no hot chix) ...get to the pad have a beer, listen to maiden and pass out.
-Mon July 7.
last say no skating...........fukk. go over to sole-tech so kevin and loach can get their shit. see tony-e adn miner from rosetown. b.s. and hang out. thanks for the stuff tony and jeff. look for something in the mall for my family but they aint got shit. head over to 1984 to get some shit. thanks to shannon and scotty for keepin me clothed. finally its 5.....prime traffic. fukk this shit. head to del taco one last time.....i will miss her. stop by the goodwill. me and brian get get some space boots for the cover of love gun. its 7. blast out of h.b. 1 hour later i-5 is shut down for a gnarly ass fire. this is gonna be along haul.....out of traffic. stop at a.m.-p.m. i geta large mocha, take the wheel and drive 5 hours straight. get home at 3:30 am, hell's yeah! drop my shit, hit the floor, i am out! ---------CHALKER----------------
(I MIGHT HAVE FORGOT SOME STUFF, SORRY GUYS I SUFFER FROM C.R.S.-CAN'T REMEMBER SHIT)
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