JORDAN DISASTER
On your typical skate trip you’re more than
likely going to end up crashing on couches or
on floors without a shower for multiple days.
If you’re lucky, you’ll get a minor case of crabs
(See graph B) from some gross fucker’s soiled
linens. But not this trip. We had a plush new
van and Juju stoked us all out with a hotel
budget. We can’t thank them enough for it.
As the night went on, the cheap beer flowed
like the dirty ski-jump ditch water at the local
dive bar, along with some pool, ping pong,
and a couple of other drunken shenanigans.
Late the next morning with a slight hangover
and after a shower beer or two, everyone
piled in the van and continued northward to
San Luis Obispo Skatepark. I’m pretty positive
that the amount of scooters tripled the
amount of skateboards there. An abundance
of scooters in one place kind of reminds me
CASEY CRAIL
of a herd of tiny drunken elephants with
tunnel vision trampling everything in their
path. Those little shits are always in the way
and sometimes there is just no way to avoid
them. I’ve always been curious... what do you
think scooter kids say when they hit up their
buddy to go scootering? “Hey bro, you wanna
go scooting?” or is it “Yo dog, let’s get our
scoot on?” Anyways, we skated amongst the
chaos of scoot goons and unusual iron art at
the SLO park. We had a blast and moved on.
GRAPH B