Chilling

There are times when a man finds himself trapped at a skate spot for hours upon end. This may occur because A. somebody else is trying to film a trick as if their mortal soul depends on it, or B. no one has the motivation or imagination to come up with an alternate place to skateboard at. Under these troubling yet all too familiar circumstances there is only one thing for a man to do...

...chill...

...and persuade others to chill alongside him.

What Does it all Mean?

I would like to pose this question to all of you. Jon is pondering this very question as he gazes onward while Daniel hurls himself down a Saratoga double set. Why are we here? What is the meaning of existence? For a second just notice the colors in this photo. Picture yourself in the position of each of these unique individuals, and try and take on their various thoughts and emotions. If all else fails... grab yourself a 40 oz.

Film Recommendations

Nugget and I were discussing movies the other night while sipping on a couple cold beverages, iced soy mochas to be exact. My ADD was instantly put on hold when he mentioned the horror flick Event Horizon. We quickly dove into a spirited conversation about how awesome and creepy the movie was.

Late last night, while drinking a white russian and watching Bobby Flay, I received an urgent IM from Nugget. It read, "DUDE EVENT HORIZON CHANNEL 553!" I instantly switched the channel to the one Nugget had mentioned, and much to my delight there was Even Horizon, in all its terrifying glory. I do not want to delve into the plot of this movie, so instead I have posted the trailer.

Birthday Boner Bash

The phrase "better late than never" is one I apply liberally to the art of blogging, or in my case Clogging. I can post whatever I want, whenever I want, for whatever reason I find most appealing. This Clog is dedicated once again to my good friend Jesse Rose, who on March 8th joined the ranks of legal alcohol consumers. The night before his birthday was a blur of keg stands and vomiting, while the day of his actual birth was filled with skateboarding and joyous celebration... and then we drank like 6 pitchers of beer. Enjoy these celebratory images despite the fact that they are a month old.


Hiking through the wilderness in order to skate one of LG's most elusive spots.


I twelve pack of Coors Light made up for the fact that the Lark Bowl was still filled with water.


Direct quote from the Bone man, "oooohhh yeeaaaahhhhh being twenty one kicks some major ass."


We found this gem of a spot while pulling out of the Lark Bowl parking lot.


Pizza party!


Cheers!


Just the begging of what is soon to become a long tradition of shooting pool and drinking beer.


Lane's teachers back in elementary school would always get on his case for not sharing. "Fuck a glass dude, just give me the pitcher."


Keep the pitchers coming my friends.

The Portland Penetration

Some people spend their spring break doing body shots off of exotic mexican beauties in rowdy night clubs. I on the other hand prefer the road less traveled, and my particular road is paved with rain clouds, PBR, and donuts. Below are a slew of fleeting images from my excursion up north.

A dirty mattress underneath a mysterious tent makes for a surprisingly comfortable living space.


In Portland the beer is so abundant that it sprouts from the ground.


The majestic Stephen Miller standing next to the majestic Multnomah Falls


A massively majestic view.


Choi and I invented a new drink called the "Spiller," which is a combination of sparks and Miller High Life. It tastes relatively good and makes you feel like the world is dancing on your brain.


Stink was inclined to hang out with his HO in the backyard.


Portland is all about good food and good beer.


Between our bbq and this bonfire we used an entire can of lighter fluid.


Hope your like you jeans well done.


I took a trip to the infamous Voodoo Donuts, where I purchased a grape ape and a captain crunch donut (not shown). A grape ape is a raised donut with vanilla frosting, grape pixie stix, and grape sprinkles. One of these and a cup of coffee is just the way to get a party started.


I thought I would end this Clog with a picture of Stink... Stoned out of his mind, drinking a High Life, and eating a giant rice krispy treat.

Colcannon

The sun crept into my room like a burglar that morning. Its intentions were not of looting, but of jostling me from my deep inebriated slumber. I stumbled down the hall and into the kitchen, where I found leftover mashed potatoes and a recipe for this delightful dish.

I normally drink my coffee black, but this morning called for some Baileys.

I feel like this is the first time in weeks it has been dry on monday and tuesday. These just so happen to be the two days that I have class, which means I am forced to (because I will be god damned if I ever pay for parking) to skate to and from class in the through the rain swept streets of San Jose. There is an element of excitement attached to each trek I make, but damp socks and cold feet can become quite annoying. Luckily I have a friend named Lane who picks me up for donuts before it is time once again for me to embark on my next rain drenched escapade.

The following are not true to life quotes, but more or less interpretations of what I assume Lane was thinking of saying.


"Get in the car, I need my fucking donut fix!"


"Follow me if you want to live."


"Oh yah, that's the one baby."


"...."


"We run this town kevin. See to it you never forget that on these cold dark days."