SWAMP

When offered a chance to get away, what else can you do besides just go. This past weekend myself, Alex Pedroza, and Bobby Johnson all went for a ride up the 101 to crash in Santa Barbara for a few days. We didn't have much in mind to accomplish besides party, skateboard, and relax all weekend. If that was our assignment, then I'd say we passed. With flying-fucking-colors. We stayed in Isla Vista for two nights... and if you know what Isla Vista is, then you know what I'm talking about. Despite all the jocks, and abercrombie-zombies that poison that place, the chicks flood the streets and people drown in alcohol all fucking night. I got about 5 hours of sleep from Friday to Sunday. It was ripping. Oh yeah, and we skated, too.

Behind the scenes, not really.

Pedroza got wheel-bite where his board is. And this is where he ended up.

Bob is a film student at NYU. He's in the process of making a "strictly HD montage" stacked with skateboarding, and the lifestyle surrounding it.

Bobby and Alex

One, two, tie your shoe

5050 pop-ova

backsideswampstomp

smokin blunts out ya nose

crail, pivot, fakie.

Meeting up with Angel was tight. He's a straight fucking local up in Santa Barbara, and he was the key to all our spots, all our food stops, and everything else. I was lucky enough to see him on Sunday and catch one last session with him before heading back home. Every time I cruise up there Angel has a new trick, a sick story, and new nug. Always hyped to share, always hyped to skate, and fucking just kills it at doing it right. Until next time Angel. No bammer!