Train restaurant.
These dudes.
Ray from Maryland backside ollie.... Good having your around, holmes.
View from the 16th floor. Seneca Hotel- Chicago.
Gay dudes have good taste.
Ray in demo-mode.
Jamie Tancowny- this kid kills it.
Sean dawg Mallory
Sweaty Friz and man-purse
Goodtimes.
Friz- blunt fakie
Rolling Stoned. I'm just getting used to uploading crap on my new computer- maybe I'll post more soon; there's a shitload....
Mrs. Hayes.
These dudes got a good thing going- skate the park and then walk 3 minutes to the beach. It was cold as hell that day, though.
Yep.
I never really found the sweet lines in this thing, but I can pretty much always get a fun frontside slasher.
This thing was hard as hell to skate.
McNair would kill this place.
Pretty funny to watch these big bastards give themselves a bath.
Scary eye-contact, yo.
"Hey, Copernicus, why don't you see yourself to the back of the line with your feet and stand there with your shirt!" (disregard this if you're not a Family Guy nerd) Sweet marble on the Copernicus statue, but good luck skating something with 3 muesems around it.
Pretty sick views everywhere.
Legendary sea wall+board is back at the hotel= bummer.
Dinosaur at the field muesem.
Married with Children-wise. Traffic is gnarly here- you're pretty much on a freeway with stoplights. 
The zoo is across the street from our spot. These guys really ham it up for the camera. 
Mr. Shakespeare and me. Our hotel is behind me on the right.
Downtown Margie.
Belushi-wise.
Retards- mirrors at the Navy Pier.
I made some new t-shirts this evening- Smashitup, All over print, and smart-ass rasta. You kids asked me to make t-shirts.....
This is kind of old- Megan and her grandpa at her sister's wedding. That dude is pretty epic.
This photo ended up in the Enid newspaper the other day with our engagement announcement. Megan's step-mom wanted us to hire a professional to take this photo- we set the timer and got cute on the ramp instead. Shitbags.
Lou- "in the shit".
Forgot about this- killer review in John Doe 'zine. You may have to click on the picture if you actually care to read it. I'd like to thank the skaters of Tulsa for making me look good- every trick he calls out about being sick in the article is one of you....
Smashed my face up pretty good last Thursday. I was doing a frontside ollie over the hip and landed right as Tom (I.C.P. jangly jeans) was rolling down the wedge from the euro gap. We were going so fast neither of us had time to put our hands up, so the impact was literally head on. He got his nose and eye-area pretty scratched up (via my teeth), but came out a little better than I did. It was really cool of him to call that night and make sure I was okay, would've done the same if I'd had his number. I don't care if that dude wears funny pants everyday- he's a rad guy. (Everyone else who wears those weird, baggy, jangly pants is still a kook, though)
Debris! 
That's Chuck Ivey on the left, who I spoke to in the Debris interview in Shark Bait. He's a cool fucker.
These guys influenced Sonic Youth and a slew of other bands to get weird and make noise. I'm so happy to have their one and only lp and to have gotten to see them live. 
Bokovoys.
Kind of blew it, but this dude had the full I.C.P. face-paint.
Wifey.
Frisbys.
That guy in the glasses was waiting for me to step forward so he could push me. Press pass only beyond this point= shitty photos of Chainsaw Kittens.
Tyson and The Chainsaw Kittens should be ridiculously rich and famous. It has to feel good to play for your hometown crowd after all these years and see everyone go apeshit, though. 
Spencer is huge now.
Yard yoga to warm up for the session.
