Slap OIAM

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Slap is making it happen for the young bucks with this years OIAM. I dunno about you, but Mark Whiteley has my vote for Stallion of the Year. Devastatingly handsome, well educated, skates like a beast and definitely knows what time it is. I’m pretty sure the High Speed Empire would crumble into an infinite number of dust particles if MW chose not to come into work one day. I hope they figure that out and quadruple his pay. These OIAM videos are worth watching just to see his beautiful face alone, but they also come correct with a bunch of shred-tastic, gnarlers getting their grind on for the shot at one million dollars cold hard cash some internet fame and sponsorship. More MW, less everything else.

Edna…

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Where can I even begin… This dipshit holds a special place in my heart. Everyone has Ed stories. The Kid by far has the best ones. I used to be so scared of Eddie when I was a wee lad. Through hanging out with him over the years, I realized that he was about as intimidating as a kitten. All sensitive and shit. He once blazed a slizzard behind a dumpster, behind The Caravan. Then she told him he had an amazing cock. I miss him. Although if he lived here I would probably have to kill him. He has the best 360 flip in the world. He did it over the pyramid at Sunnyvale. The board flipped approx. a yard away from his feet, and his feet were together in the air. He landed on it after the board had continued his run without him. It’s like when he’s skating he has no idea what he’s going to do before it happens. Fakie ollies into tranny… slamming like no other. That’s Nasty Nemeth.

Like, low to the earth…

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Since I have no original photo’s or other material to post, I shall continue my youtube onslaught. This is the homie Yeager from Missouri. (I think) He came out to San Jose in ’96 maybe with some friends to live the dream. He arrived with a huge dyed black afro, and not a dime in his pocket. He got a gig working at a bagel shop in Saratoga, and ate leftovers everyday for deep. After stints in Frisco and L.A., I think he went back home. At the time he seemed an unlikley candidate for a homie, but as usual I judged incorrectly. I haven’t seen this dude in at least 10 years, and hear he is a math wizard still putting the shred down. He was determined as fuck, and made things happen for himself which I always respected. Shout out to Aaron, hope all is well.

Knuckle…

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Mike Crabtree… So many stories come to mind. He used to sleep inside a bed frame with no mattress at the pink house. Once Mike, Wes and myself were coming back from the Madera indoor park on a rainy night. Mike got pulled over driving 90 mph, smoking weed, in the pissing rain and only got a ticket. I do remember the cop asking him if he was an idiot. I thought that was pretty sick. Always down for a session, always blowing minds… Knuckle just happens to be one of my all time faves.