Every day is Sunday, my friend...

Go to sleep, wake up, yo, it's Sunday again!
I wish.
If only it were actually true.
Then there would be endless football highlights and new episodes of The Wire on television every night when I got home.
That and every single day would be another spontaneous skate mission to wherever you felt like hitting up.


This past Sunday started off with a bang. I knew I was in for a great all-around day when I sighted my dear old friend SOLE HULK.


SOLE HULK is the white whale of local pickup truck airbrush jobs. While many have heard the telling of his legend, only a few are blessed enough to actually catch a glipse of this truly awe-inspiring creature and can only imagine what it's like to actually encounter him in the wild.


Me, I don't have to wonder. I tracked the beast to his lair and I can lay eyes upon him any time I please. I could have ended the day right there and gone home happy.


Instead, I started the day off where every Sunday usually kicks off, APBizzles. These dudes were getting an early start on some Pho'king lunch.


Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it.


We keep it gully with the back alley slappy warmups.


This piece of shit across the street isn't going anywhere soon.


But we're going up there!


There's definitely some shit to skate down there.


And we've pretty much hit all of it before.


But we can't seem to get enough of this place.


First APB video filmed Big Daddy Chane's intro right here at this very spot. Where you dwell at?


Meanwhile, back on the ground floor there's a spot we need to hit up around the corner.


Kyle bumped up to backside lipslide with accessories in hand. He didn't land this but I'm feeling this photo, and who fucking cares anyway?


My fucking board almost went in the water! More on that later. For now, Segueway to the next spot.


Jamie met us down the block and tried to figure out some camera angles for Kenneth's manual thing, but I stepped up with my own digi footage. Again, later for that.


We're down with the king.


New shit in downtown. Hit it up quick before it gets skate hated.


Too late. This shit got skate hated on the moment it was drawn up in blueprints.


The Colonel gettin' stunted again with the accessories still in hand. Nothing phases this guy's concentration, not even an iron leg.


Shit's epic today!


Soooo fuckin' epic, bro!


Move on to the St. Louis spot. The Blaze has a little bag of tricks up there, I'll show you later.


Jamie is pretty proficient in transition type situations. Pivot fakie? Maybe. You're gonna have to wait 'til the end to find out.


She ate some pretty harsh shit along the way, but trust me, look at that smile. This is one tough bitch! Hahahahaha one time me and Jamie were playing a game of flatground SKATE and we were all tied up at "T". It was her turn and she fired off a nollie 360 flip like it was the most natural thing ever. I was devastated. In the shock and despair of seeing this, and knowing that I've never landed one in my life and most certainly wasn't about to, I looked over at her and half shouted "YOU FUCKING BITCH." Me? I enjoy telling this story almost as much as she does. Shit's hilarious, right? I can only say that kind of shit because we love each other. You? I wouldn't recommend trying it yourself, unless you're the kind of person that likes getting knuckled up by a chick. And by that I mean beat the fuck up.


Back to our lovely day. Injury timeout for The Colonel.


The Kobe Bryant ball makes another appearance. Someone has a wicked hook shot. Find out later.


Over to Kenny's, there he showed me this photo he has of him and Duane Peters. I'm not quite sure which one is the Master Of Disaster but it's really, really close.


Teleported to this magic place over the mountain. Something's happening here soon!


Knew this guy was involved in this scheme somehow. He had vague details and his speech was slurred. Fucking pile.


In between beer burps he managed to say that it was some James Bond, need-to-know-basis type of shit.


And you don't need to know.


Unless this guy says you need to know. Shit, my life is in danger now. I shouldn't even be discussing this. Erase this from your memory banks. These pictures will self-destruct in five seconds.


Congratulations for making it to the end of the photographic portion of this piece of bliggety blog shit.
The video portion is not cooperating right now, and is fucking with my uploads.
Maybe next time you'll get to see all the awesome footage, which is spine-tingling, I assure you.
Bye!