23.Aug.2010 i was thinking about

that thing that you do.

22.Aug.2010 the week in twitter.

21.Aug.2010 the bow river.

my country band made a myspace.

we only have 2 demos up because half our band is out of town but we’re getting there!

20.Aug.2010 OFF!

i went to this last night:

here’s me and my friend with keith morris.

flickr friday

you kids wanna see a dead body?

meta

some graffiti

19.Aug.2010 i’m gonna see OFF! tonight.

holy fvck.

singer for my country band just called and hipped me that OFF! is playing a free show in calgary tonight.

hot damn.

brb.

listening to tom waits and leonard cohen all day.

15.Aug.2010 the week in twitter.

13.Aug.2010 flickr friday.

view from playing rhythm for ronny restless

color schemes

some kid is bombing bart simpson heads

old sketchbook page

autographed by david suzuki, bathroom at boogie's burgers

more bart in the hood.

snowboard = canvas

why did i take this photo?

crass fan art

11.Aug.2010 the last 24 hours.

repped a solo session last night, charity ledges –> bow valley ledge –> calgary tower benches –> train –> tall can of budweiser –> funeral banks –> north hill ledge.

solo sessions are the shit!

landed:

  • front crooks at charity ledge (that shit is mid thigh high)
  • fakie 50 fakie 180 out at charity
  • half cab kickflip
  • ollie mannied the big dock at funeral banks

but enough about me, when i was skating charity ledges this old, blown out looking dude came walking by with a cane, after i slammed he says,

“that’s a hell of a way to make a living buddy”

i decided to shoot the shit with him and he says,

“you know, i’ve been through a lot, i was an athlete once, i don’t talk about it much…”

smelling bullshit i decided to ask him what his youthful exploits were.

dude proceeds to tell me he was on the 1954 hungarian soccer team and they “beat everyone’s asses let me tell you buddy, we were the underdogs but christ if we didn’t have heart.”

dude was actually legit, 1954 was a helluva year for the hungarian team and this guy was a striker, i think, for the mighty magyars.

he then told me, while tearing up, that the trophies he had won were left behind in hungary when he fled at the onset of the revolution. when he went to visit his mom years later and collect them he found they had been looted by marauders.

parting words, “they can loot my fucking trophy but they can’t loot my memories and what i have in my heart.”

touching.

also, i got my toes tattooed this morning, ripped off the idea from the “sweet tats” section in an issue of lowcard.

believe the hype, toe tattoos fucking hurt yo.

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