ok well a little background: I was one of the biggest basketball freaks growing up in gradeschool up untill 8th grade before i picked up skating and veered from the path of 'team sports'. I lived the sport everyday. My buddy steve clark and I would own highschoolers in a game on weekends.. we did the gusmacker tournaments too. anyways starting off that career in basketbball involved me sporting these super sweet shoes. the ugliest red and white, mock of an expensive nike air jordan, knock off brand shoe from payless shoe store.. these things were huge. i was probably 4feet at the time and the shoes were not proportioned. haha anyways i always remember me thinking soo highly of these things, i pretty much though they were the shit.. well someone finally said something.. something like "nice shoes" of course in saracism.. they may have even gone deeper and asked where i got them.. dont remember.. anyways that memory has been floating around lately.. not anything . . . Read More..

Well i owe a lot to the residents of rivendell accross the street from my parents because without them being so cool i would have never gotten good at skating and i would have been bored out of my mind growing up!

ever since i could remember.. like the summer of 5th grade was when i started getting 'extreme' bmxing, skatingboard, and rollerbladin.. i had to be good at everything too.. anything i touched i needed to go all out.. well my parents didnt have a paved driveway so my friends and i would go accross the street and setup our ramps and rails in the middle of the street and in a large turn around. i think the people living there would actually enjoy watching us kill ourselves by grinding the long 20ft rails and launching into spins and what not. but the thing that got me the most is that we would store all the crappy looking ramps right on their property.. of course they were empty lots but it looked like crap and no one complained..

i heart them.. haha

This is a little BLURRY for a few reasons and I have to keep it short because time is crunched...

I remember in the beginning of seeing Matt we decided to go to a talent show or some battle of the bands thing at school... I was with a girlfriend at first and we decided to throw a little cough medicine down that hatch, and being that I was in 9th/10th grade I would like to think this was a first time or darn near close to one... The talent show was cool, Matt showed up late as usual and I already was feeling some effects of drinking and nervousness because he was coming. So, all I can remember of that was that it was EXTREMELY loud and it was making me feel sick. We decided to get out of there and I believe Matt offered to take me to his house and for a little while and take care of me. I tried to hide it sooo bad that I wasn?t feeling that great. Luckily his room was in his basement and the privacy level we had was quite great, but that didn?t stop me from yakking. He was the . . . Read More..

Its always so hard getting sicky, but its the best having loved ones take care of you during that time. Well, a long time ago I was sick and my favorite thing at the time was soup and grilled cheese. Tomato soup of course! Well after waiting and pouting forever for it, it arrives and its really thick. I wonder to myself, this looks awfully red, hmm... Well I know the person who did it cared very much at the time for me and would be heart-broken if I didn't eat it. It was prepared so cute too, it had little shavings of pepper or something on top to make it look great! Well, here goes nothing, I take a spoonful and ummm welll... Lets just say he didn't add water and milk! HAHAHA! I'll never forget that!