Hi-Rolling/Snake Eyes

Fade into Bolivian

2009-11-28T12:25:00.001-10:00

Just like Mike Tyson said. I'm hanging it up. I kinda rather be out there skating to be quite honest. Thanks everyone.

Conor in the Big Apple

2009-10-05T14:03:00.007-10:00

Recently our pal Conor transported himself to N.Y. for a while, but the dude is still doing his visions. Maybe instead of trees it's buildings though. He recently posted another one of of his ill digital shorts on his Facebook. So if you don't got him as your friend well you won't be able to view this masterpiece. Anyway this one is my favorites so far. For 1 he's skating Flushings in Queens. (That's the home of the Mets btw. I know they sucked this year. Maybe the Jets will hold it down.) For 2 he jogged my past memories by using Peach Fuzz by KMD. So sick I had to post it. Maybe the dude will post it on youtube or something soon.

Sho-time

2009-09-29T22:16:00.005-10:00

Got a new little toy and tested it out with Shota at his dad's B-day party.

Solitary Arts

2009-09-14T21:27:00.003-10:00

My friend Yong-Ki who used to skate with Kenny and I a long time ago has set up a donation fund on his site Solitary Arts. Check the right hand side of the screen. All the proceeds will go to help Kenneth's medical expenses. Mahalos.

Thoughts for Lenny

2009-09-05T11:56:00.003-10:00

Recently our pal Kenny was diagnosed with Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia. Our thoughts and prayers go out to him. Stay positive Lenny boy.

Here's your ad Chad

2009-09-03T13:44:00.004-10:00

I was talking to Chad and he wanted an idea for an ad. So here you go. Just put your logo somewhere. This was an old photo I took of Chane, Rob and Shane. This was moving day at their old pad near UH circa 1997. Rob's Shaolin shirt is awesome.

Why am I on Transworld?

2009-08-31T20:25:00.004-10:00

...said the dude on his Facebook. The World dudes be eyeing you out Shota. TWS took his Treevisions part and put it on their site.

Take me way back!

2009-08-27T21:00:00.004-10:00

Okay work has actually been kicking my ass this week. I come home and don't want to do shit. But since I haven't posted anything I guess I better. Recently my homie Nos who I grew up skating with sent me some flix via facebook. So if you aren't my friend on fb you wouldn't be seeing them. I know fb is lame. Kind of, but I got to reunite with some of my peeps that I haven't seen for years. Okay enough trying to justify it. This is a photo of my at our old stomping grounds Highlands Intermediate in the PC. 80's were about lauch ramps and street plants brah. Releasing the stalefish.

Banzai in the Paeps

2009-08-10T17:58:00.003-10:00

The Banzai park made it into today's Honolulu Advertiser. Check it out and the video of my man Chris. Buuhaaahaahahaah!

Backpacks anyone?

2009-08-08T19:54:00.003-10:00

Have you visited the old hi-rolling site recently? If you did you may have noticed a wacky backpacking site. What is it suppose to be? Some backpack that has wheels so you can roll while you're climbing Mt. Everest? I guess maybe I should have renewed it.

Hi-Vibes

2009-08-05T09:30:00.003-10:00

Larry's tomodachi from Japan finished day 5 up in the North Shore. Straight rippin' from Lucas, Harts and The Skate Nazi himself. Then appearances from Jay Adams, Joel Tudor and Craig Stecyk. What! My favorite episode so far.

Just give it a little tappy tap

2009-08-03T10:35:00.004-10:00

One of the most underrated tricks in the biz. Hartsel gots um on lock. Anyone know the difference between a tailtap and a tailbock?

Rippin a kidney

2009-07-30T09:18:00.001-10:00

Cool back yard attack from the boys. Video via Skillet.

BackYard from jonathan brousseau on Vimeo.

Bye Bye Rob!

2009-07-27T09:48:00.002-10:00

We'll not bye for good, but yesterday was Rob's last day working at APB. So in honor of him leaving I'm posting this hefty Backside Ollie off of Aala park's lip. Chee!

D. Lee picks his nose

2009-07-24T11:49:00.004-10:00

One interview we were suppose to do when we had the site was with our good buddy Darin Lee. We never got a chance. When he lived in SF he wouldn't answer calls or emails. We heard he lived with like 5 other dudes and he choose to use the closet as his bedroom. Well he's back in Hawaii now and we don't got the site anymore.

Dolphin Tanks a lot Mr. Police Ossifer

2009-07-07T13:52:00.003-10:00

I've been slacking so I thought I'd post some old photos I shot. So here's our friend the Skate Nazi getting up at the Dolphin Tanks while Shane holds me flash. I love this place and you know why? Here is where our friendly neighborhood police man choked me down to the ground onto the nice sharp coral reef.

New Park Dawg!

2009-06-21T10:04:00.003-10:00

Sick paint job! Kaps feels like a brand new park. Thanks goes out to Davis, Wade, Kyle and the rest of the crew.

Hi-Rolling Memory

2009-06-15T11:47:00.004-10:00

If you have recently tried to visit the Hi-Rolling website you would see that it no longer exist. Because of the downed economy coupled with my lazyness I have decided not to do the site any longer. A big mahalo to everyone who has contributed throughout the years. Maybe one day I'll bring it back. I'll try to continue to do this blog.

Give Thanks to Jef

2009-06-08T21:33:00.016-10:00

The Skate Nazi already wrote about this board on his blog a little while back. Jef hand delivered this beauty the other day to me with a custom paint job on the top. Fuckin' stoked. It's going straight to the wall. Looking at this shape though it makes me want to ride it. It's 8.5 at its widest point but looking at it probably rides more like an 8 incher. If Chad at APB gets this in I may have to pick one up to ride. Sick graphics, sick shape.

Masta Masa

2009-06-04T12:05:00.004-10:00

Came across these photos my friend Masa sent me. Hope your knee is healing.

Jason Jesee X RHPS

2009-05-27T20:31:00.013-10:00

Now what we have here is the Jason Jessee guest "haole boy model" by your favorite dudes at Royal Hawaiian Pool Service. The artwork was done by JT (John Thomas not Jamie) OG Alva tuckneer. If you didn't know this is a parody of the original King Neptune done by Santa Cruz artist Jim Phillips where he Xeroxed the tattoo off of JJ's back originally done by Mark Mahoney.

There is a lot going on in the drawing but a few things that you can spot is that the King got old and fat, he's flippin' the bird and sporting a lava lava. There is also an eel about to eat Nemo. Get one hotdog on the Kings spear as well as some humu humu's swimming around. This thing is awesome and I shant dare ride this piece.

Groove is in the truck

2009-05-21T17:49:00.004-10:00

Wade be abrusin' his tunda's.

Kyle Kills It...

2009-05-18T07:16:00.010-10:00

...on his modified board. He does inverts and backside airs in the deep too. The dude is my hero!

Hot for APB

2009-05-14T09:22:00.015-10:00

This was one of two boards that APB initially made when they started the store. The other was the logo board which was white. I pitched the idea to Chad about Eddie Van Halen's guitar from the 80's and lucky for me he went for it. Must not be to many of these gems out there left. Shit Chad don't even got one. Come on bro. It's got to be worth trillions! Anyway I'm greatful that he gave me the oportunity to do this board so I can grab it every now and then and play air guitar.

Lone Wolf

2009-05-10T11:08:00.017-10:00

Julien Stranger Anti-Hero model.

Anti-Hero likes to use the wolf as sort of a moniker for Julien. (Cards always has an eagle.) I guess it fits Julien well since he has always been kind of an anomaly. Always one of my favorites though and any footage of him is golden. This graphic is one of the sicker one's that I've seen. I hold out hope that one day the SMA syringe model will fall in my lap.

Jason Jessee Krooked Guest Model

2009-05-06T06:47:00.015-10:00

There have been a lot of guest models that Krooked has done in the past but Gonz +Jason Jessee = awesomeness. I prefer the graphics on JJ's Driven model that Gonz did for him and if there is one out ther floating around that someone would like to part with give me buzz. This is one cool too though and it was limited to 200 decks. It came in a popsicle shape as well but why would I want that one?

Time to bust out the fun stick

2009-05-02T10:04:00.010-10:00

Pocket Pistol Rick Blackhart model. 8.75
Keeps my skateboard sanity.

One of the best reasons to skate

2009-04-26T09:13:00.007-10:00

scratching pool coping makes my day.

Gonz Musashi Deck

2009-04-22T18:20:00.016-10:00

Okay this one is one of my all time favorites. It's a Krooked Gonz Musashi deck. Miyamoto Musashi was an master swordsman in Japan from the 1600's. I'm not going to give you a history lesson here but just the mere fact that Gonz knew who Musashi was gives me that much more respect for him. In the drawing Musashi is depicted doing what is known as "Happo Biraki" or open on all 8 sides. Above Musashi it says Background music by Tom Waits, "I'm Big in Japan". Fucking ill.

Bo Ikeda RHPS

2009-04-18T11:33:00.029-10:00

I'm pretty sure you may have seen this board before but I wanted to comment a little about it. It's a guest model from the dudes at Royal Hawaiian Pool Service. The funny thing about this is that I talked to Bo about it (yeah I know name dropping again) and he confirmed that this cat graphic was never one of his original board graphics. After thinking about it I don't remember seeing in on a board. He said it was only stickers and ads in magazines. I remember the graphics of his Vision decks like that rocket one and the other one which was a poem that if you took the first letter from each word it spelt "I fingerbanged your mom." He said the dudes at Vision initially didn't know, but when they figured it out they pulled the plug on it. He said one of his roomates at the time created the poem.

I think Bo got short changed when it came to graphics. I mean I think it sucked that when he was about to turn pro for Hosoi they parted ways with Santa Cruz and went to start Tuff Skates with Vision. I remember seeing in magazines his Santa Cruz graphics that Jim Phillips drew. I think it was of a donkey sitting on an 8 ball but the 8 said Bo instead. It would have been fucking sick. I think a lot of boards could have been sold. Then he went over to Vision which to me was not nearly on the same page as Santa Cruz when it came to graphics.

Anyway this is a sick board and it's funny that it says disappear-reappear because the Hosoi board previous to this one said appear-reapper. However this Bo board came out in 2007 and the Hosoi deck just came out this year. Both of them refering to the stellar comebacks that they made in skateboarding. The Zatoichi reference is that to an old tv show of a blind man who on the surface seems harmless, but could slice you up in an instant with his sword skills.

Hosoi/Gonz Collab

2009-04-16T14:40:00.034-10:00

I was just talking to Jef Hartsel (Yeah I know I'm name dropping fuck off) about this board the other day. By the way Jef just got a guest model from Element which will be releasing soon. Anyway it got me thinking that I should post some of my boards that are sitting in my closet or hanging on my wall. I'm not a huge board collector by any means, but I will shell out my funds if I dig the dude who's board it is and/or the graphic itself is sick. When I saw this board I just had to get it. First of all it's Hosoi. I mean come on. I don't need to explain shit. Second it's graphics by the Gonz. Do I need to go further? Okay I will. If you look at the graphics on this board you'll notice the obvious Rising Sun in the background but below where it says appear, reappear it's the old Alva graphics in black. Also the shape is similar to that old fish shape from his old Alva board. So Jef said to him looks more like an Alva board and I have to agree. Fitting since the both Hosoi and Gonz rode for Alva. If you didn't know Hartsel did too. All this and it's a silk screened board not that heat transfer shit. Oh yeah Jef I'll be waiting for that Element deck.

High Speed Hi Death

2009-04-09T22:31:00.012-10:00

Kyle Yanagimoto got his own deal going. Sick boards. Check out the site.

The Skate Nazi has left the Building!

2009-04-09T12:29:00.004-10:00

Catch his new manifesto here.

http://theskatenazi.blogspot.com/

October In February.

2009-02-17T16:19:00.030-10:00

That's right, here's some shit from last October.
Four months behind is right on schedule for this piece though, so chill.

One day we went to Zones.

It's a jungle out there.

I learned my first transition tricks on this slab.

Reilly on some rust bucket shit.

Rusty and crusty.

Fucked with the hip a little.

Take it to the baby side.

Tunnel of love.

Tunnel vision.

Ass shot!

My boy Ken can skurrt that cane!

Looks like something ran over the waves of your leg.

Broke out from the ditch scene to the downtown sector.

This is my city.

This is me not paying attention to a dumb fucking sign.

This is a Pepto-Bismol colored Navigator outside of Happyworld, and it's spectacular.

There was a Gravis demo at the park.

Tim was straight mesmerized by the sheer sexiness that is Dylan Rieder.

Javier Mendizabal back tailed the steep QP but really, all eyes were on Dylan's provocative Flashdance shirt.

OMG, haven't you heard? Bare shoulders. So hot right now.

Gravis/Analog chief Mark Oblow and the Blaze been boys since way back.

Product toss, blah blah blah.

Arto and this dude set up a photo on the lip.

They got it.

This kid was like "AHHHHHTO, AHHHTO, wake up! Let's go skate!" Nah, he wasn't but that would have been so good.

Hartsel got busted cross-training.

There's more October coming in part 2, whenever that is.

I Smell Varmint Poontang!

2009-01-31T22:51:00.027-10:00

Golfers? Kill the golfers? Remember Caddyshack where the Scottish groundskeeper is telling Bill Murray that he wants him to kill all the gophers that are fucking up the golf course but it sounds like he's saying he wants him to kill all the golfers? What? You don't remember that part? What are you, stupid? That shit was hilarious.

Anyway, many months ago it was revealed to a select group of people that the miniature golf course in Kaneohe was skateable and it was supposed to be on some hush hush secret type shit. Yeah, that lasted pretty long. Word got out pretty quick but when these pictures were taken it was still pretty virgin. In fact some of the shit still had astroturf on it. Oh well, we shredded the fuck out of that place a few times until one day an angry policeman came down and almost arrested everybody. Since then I have heard stories of tickets and near arrests and/or trips to jail for being caught in action at the golf course.

These pictures are from a little more than four months ago. Holy shit, I'm slacking sooooo hard on this blog shit. Oh well. Like I've always said, blogs are fucking stupid so who really gives as shit?
Peep it.

Flashbacks to to the days of Castle Park.

Big Perm rides both ways, I think this is a front crook to fakie but maybe not. Weirdo.

Hartsel however is a goof like me, so I know that this is an Indy nosepick. Seen, boy?

My man Kenneth was down to clean the snake run. What a sport.

Kai even did a little landscaping to make the bricks more shreddable.

Riley appreciated it so much he immediately got his bomb on.

In fact, you're probably going to be seeing some footage of this place in Attack Of the Killer Haole. That shit is almost finished from what I hear, and you know the Bedpan videos are no joke.

Speaking of one killer haole, this tall redheaded stepchild was filming a banger. You know Sean always brings the Payne no matter what the terrain.

Then there was this section.

Chad was like "this shit would be so much better without the astroturf on it..."

G.O. and some henchmen made short work of that shit.

Gary can smell this kind of shit miles away. He has a particular set of skills. He will find it, he will modify it, and he will kill it.

Hartsel had some tips for the In4mation dudes on how to get properly gnarly in a tight bowl situation.

Keith channeled the spirit of your boy Marvo and was like "Let's go..."

So we broke out.

To get some vittles at Hartsel's crib.

Inna stuff your face stylee, super positive grind vibes!

Jef debriefed us on the classified pool documents hidden deep within his hard drive.

Wish I had a custom personalized Mark Gonzales hand-painted board on MY wall. I'll settle for admiring the one he gave Jef.

Good shit all over the place at this dude's house.

Used to be quite a toy collector myself so I can appreciate the finer things in life also.

Snitches get stiches.

The Blaze put a cap on the end of a long day shredding.
Goodnight!

Might As Well Jump!

2008-12-08T22:08:00.055-10:00

Go ahead and jump.
Jump ramps were a really, really big deal back when I first started skating many, many moons ago.
If you could get busy on a jump ramp, or launch ramp as they were also known, you had mad respect.
Shit, in those days if you could kill launch ramps, wallride, and stand on your hands good, you were pretty much sponsored.
Ill shit.
So back in early October some of us senior citizen dudes all got together at the In4mation office to shoot the shit and craft a little something nostalgic to fuck around on.
Todd set it off.
He called me up early on a Sunday and said he wanted to build a jump ramp.
That's what we did.

Look how serious this dude is.

Keith was all up on that shit too.

Coming together.

Dusted.

Dudes got involved.

Ian manhandled that shit.

Starting to look skatable.

Keith has this camera that makes this disgusting noise every time he takes a picture, when he presses the button to click a photo it goes SQUUIIIIISH.

The In4mants have a nice selection of carpet boards to get busy on.

Nice griptape, cuz!

Finishing touch on that bitch.

Last minute measuring job. You must be this tall to ride the jump ramp.

This is a crude but spot-on rendition of what Ryan Arakaki looked like back in the day, the resemblance is stunning.

Mounted up and ready to roll that shit out.

I rode to the spot with D. Lee, this is some standard shit going on in his car, not disgusting at all.

Made it out to the courts up in Manoa. Not exactly skate friendly people playing tennis on Sundays.

Lined up.

Keith SQUUUIIIISHED some action photos for shits and giggles.

I just laid there and waited.

Ian was walking on air.

Darin was on some wild varial type shit.

Gideon had some flip grabbery going on.

Todd bent some methods.

The man with the plan.

Noodles with the proper frontal grab stee.

Might as well go backside too.

Cookie was the steeziest! This is a frigid, but he had mad other launches in his bag that were also on some Hosoi type shit.

Ian had a Sal flip in him.

Everyone was tuckered out and we ended up getting hassled by the man, and by the man, I mean the pigs.

Split to a new spot. Alf had his parking block/wall ride thing with him.

Moved that thing into place again.

That's what we were working with.

Alf got up.

Chad wall rode to nollie out.

I tried not to touch, shit's hard going frontside with no hands.

It got dark quick and that was it.

Moving Pictures.

2008-11-17T20:19:00.006-10:00

Okay, so it looks as if somebody's in the process of making a video.
By somebody I mean me, and by video I mean piece of shaky, lo-fi shit filmed on my digital camera.

After recently seeing enjoyable bare bones skate productions like Krooked's Gnar Gnar and Naugty, I thought it would be a good idea (it isn't) to make my very own magnum opus of local skateboarding.
This video project is currently in various stages of production and there should be a trailer for it sometime soon, or anytime I feel like getting around to making one, actually.

Until then, peep a few stills of clips that have been collected by the Canon Power Shot SD1000 that I carry around, also known as the Gnar-cam.
I know, totally original, right?

"It's just sound waves, dude..."

2008-10-31T15:05:00.016-10:00

So I know I'm a little bit late on this, but the thought still counts nonetheless: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY to my man Sean Payne.
His born day was weeks ago, but I couldn't make it to the celebration due to employment obligations.
In honor of his special day, and for the mere fact that he's a kick-ass dude that doesn't have an ounce of negativity in his entire being, I dedicate this here post to The Pizzle, The Paynis, The O.G. Tall Man himself, Sean Payne.

This right here is the new shit, the hot shit. Pizzle has been on 808 Skate since like a dozen or so years ago, we're talking like some serious career longevity here. I have no idea how Chuck got him to do this, though. I mean, this guy is so not into the limelight and does not care to be the center of attention of anything, and that is just one of the many rad things about him.

HOWEVER, when the guy does decide to throw down for you, he does it right. This pic I dug up of him going over some hip is totally monstrous and also completely ludicrous, and if you're familiar with the way he operates, then it will be of no surprise to you that this is a normal, everyday kickflip for him. Even if this was a mere ollie it would still be fucking obscene.

I wish I had more documentation of Sean's time spent as an am for Think. I do however own this right here, a copy of the am video that they put out in 2002 called Free At Last, and this shit is on VHS, son! Big up to skate videos on VHS, that shit is super tight and can't be fronted on. What also cannot be fronted on is Sean's part in this video, which is absolutely mental. Sean was what you would call a heavy hitter am in those days, and even then the dude didn't really give a shit.

After the end of his lengthy stay on Think, Sean found himself getting scooped up by the enjoi team. Not flowed from the local rep, not some distributor bullshit deal, I'm talking like the enjoi guys themselves came out here to Hawaii to film and take photos and Sean was showing them around and they skated with the dude and realized how fucking incredible he was and they put him on, no questions asked. Boom. Full am status, like my man Ric Flair would say, just like that. I don't know about Skater Of The Beer, though. Everyone who knows him can attest to the fact that he's all about the Kaka water.

Here's another one of those clever enjoi ads, check out Sean on the end with the blue bicycle. He probably found that bike at some yard sale for twenty bucks, cleaned it up and pimped it a little, then flipped it on Craigslist for a hundred. That's just how he does it. I'm talking like the unchallenged and untouchable champion of digging in the crates. This dude is a VIP shopper at Goodwill, The Salvation Army, Savers, and any and all thrift stores and garage sales. If there's dope shit there, he'll sniff it out and get it for hella cheap, or even free, and then turn around and bank off of that shit. OR, he might hook you up with a little gift, like when he laced me with the ill Redwings handgun (not that kind of gun, dummy!) for bodysurfing purposes.

While Sean was on enjoi, he was enjoi-ing (pun intended) some big time success, like when he was featured in the July 2004 issue of Transworld. It was the am issue, and he was spotlighted in a section called 9 Lives along with 8 more of the hottest ams out at the time. They were Gareth Stehr, Johnny Layton, James Brockman, Raymond Molinar, John Igei, Greg Myers, Van Wastell (RIP) and Jack Curtin. Maybe you've heard of some of these dudes? Just think if the Pizzle stayed on enjoi and put out a whole part in the Bag Of Suck video. Holy shit.

Sean only had a couple of pictures and a little bit of an interview in this issue, but shit like this double flip hippy jump had people going "HUH?" and seriously tripping out. Just imagine trying this. Exactly.

And you just know that this backside 180 nosegrind was probably a warmup trick.

But then at the peak of all of this, Sean got burnt out on the whole skateboard industry and all of the bullshit that goes on within it, and gave it all up to leave Cali and return back home to Hawaii and just live his life how he wanted to and to skate for fun when he felt like it. That's some seriously commendable shit. Not too many people can pull something like this off, but Sean did it with style and grace and I salute him for it. Do what you feel!

Nowadays, Sean can be found hanging out with his friends and having a good time.

You can also catch Sean on the beach, killing the skimboarding game.

BONUS SKIM VIDEO!!!! Peep Payne throwing backside sprays at Waimea shorebreak. Small thing to a giant.

Then of course, you can always find this dude digging deep into the crates and coming up on deals like this BB machine gun.
Seriously, there is not a better bargain-hunter on the planet. This dude knows his shit, he's the Sultan of Ebay and the Duke of Craigslist.

Alright.
See you around, haole.
Oh, and don't forget the golden rule:
NO BEERS, NO DOOBS.

Nihonjin Tomodachi.

2008-10-06T22:24:00.013-10:00

First of all, I want to say OSSU! to all my Japanese peoples over there in my favorite country on the planet.
Everybody genki?
Good!
First of all, over on the Tokyo side of things, I see you Masa and Miko!
Saikin doyo?
Peep my man Masa recently hucking a steezy frontal on an APB board in the deep end of the Burton Bowl in Shibuya.
Get that shit, brah!

Speaking of the Burton Bowl, the man that made it even happen in the first place is of course the homie technically known as Tomonori Tanaka, but everyone in the skate universe knows him as RIP!

Rip-san is doing big, big things these days. I'm talking like cho ookii type shit!
He's on tour promoting his new photo book RIP ZINGER WEST AMERICANIZED TOUR.

Peep out this little video that explains the idea behind the book:

Awww yeah! That takes care of my Tokyo connects, let's take it out west to the Kansai region.
Ikimashoo!

What up, Junji???
Hisashiburi desu neeeee...saikin donai desu?
My main brah in Osaka is of course Junji Murata.

This dude is constantly out filming and putting together the good fun shit that makes you want to go skate!
I always check out his blog as well as his YouTube page to see what he's up to, and over there he's recently added the six episodes of his Goldenroad Hawaiian Vibe In Osaka video that chronicled my three day visit last March.
That shit was mecha tanoshikatta, by the way, and I'm going back to Japan in March of 2009 for the sequel! Some of the same people who said they wanted to go with me last time but then flaked are on board to possibly flake again, so we'll see if it's another solo excursion or a group venture this time. I'll let you know for sure in about 4 or 5 months.

Speaking of Junji and Osaka, one of the main people in front of the camera when Junji films is my little buddy Takashi Maekawa. What's happening, TAKE A SHIT??? Hahaha his nickname is TAKE A SHIT!

Me and my man Takashi cold chillin' after a Brazil shred session.

Anyway, Takashi had a check out in Japan Transworld Magazine last year that kind of put him on the map over there.

Now it seems that he's made another Transworld Japan appearance, this time in the newest issue of the mag, which I liberated from the In4mation office, thanks again Ryan!

Yabai!
Well anyway, back to this new issue, it's tight and full of tasty photos, two of which I'll share with you now.

First up is my little braddah from Osaka, Takashi with a hefty gap heelflip.
Takashi kills it and my man is also a serious comedian.
Omedeto gozaimasu, Take A Shit!
Good work as always.

Next up in the magazine, (directly on the back page of Takashi's photo no less!) is Chris Matayoshi doing a frontside 50-50 on a serious hubba down a fat stair set.
If you didn't know, Chris is from Okinawa, but spent a great deal of time in Hawaii recently and is down with Conor and Shota and those kids. I really don't know this dude's living situation or anything about dual citizenship, but he is in Okinawa at the moment and still killing it from what I have seen.
Chris has made appearances is several Japanese videos that I have and he's always shown doing something gnarly, and this shit right here is no exception.

Sugoi!
These guys are keeping it really real, and I can't wait to get back to Japan next March for some more skate shenanigans.
Until next time, ja mata ato de.

Sunday School.

2008-09-29T19:20:00.038-10:00

Yeah, it's been a while, but who really gives a shit?
It's time for another lesson on how to spend an average Sunday.
Class is now in session.

Somewhere in the mountains.

Hidden in the jungle.

Is this guy doing something fancy on this contraption.

Time to visit The Colonel. Not THAT Colonel. THIS Colonel.

Kenny is pretty close with the Colonel, actually.

As is he.

Some more dudes rolled up.

This guy had a brand new rig. A nice one!

New In4mation boards are scintillating and sensational.

In fact, the real Kool Keith was putting one together himself.

Cookie had the ill new Lakais.

In case you didn't know, D. Lee is back in town and representing Millz town to the fullest. It's dope having someone around that's just as sarcastic and angry as I am.

He sees things a lot like I do, but I have no idea what he's looking at here.

Mililani O.G.'s stand up! By the way, Ian Okui is the only person who is allowed to skate with headphones on. All you other shitbags can stuff earbuds up your unsociable asses.

Post Office chillin'.

Left downtown to get some Sunday schoolwork done.

The ghetto is a must on the session, Reilly always has the sounds on lock.

Sometimes it pays to keep it analog.

On some get out of the rain type shit. Planter/curb/flatground fuck around.

Attack Of the Killer Haoles is still in the works as you can see. It's an interesting conceptual video with a lot of ins, a lot of outs, a lot of what-have-yous. It should be out by the time that new Guns N Roses album is released.

"Bernardo Bernard is the rippingest skater in town!!!" It was his birthday, too. Now able to ruin himself in bars legally.

Darin Lee having road rage flashbacks.

In4mants pondering curb power moves.

I have no idea.

The ill dance moves.

How to mall grab.

Thickly crewed up.

Then to the rasta spot for Bernardo's birthday present, a year's supply of incense. Psyche. We went to get some drinks for the kid's 21st.

Racked a few games of this but the darts were way more heated. No pictures though. Full-on bloodbath type shit.

My man was stoked to see Timmy in the house.

I mean, like, reeeally happy.

Cheers, Bernardo!

APB-sides: part 6.

2008-08-10T23:16:00.007-10:00

The first time I saw Tim Jackson, he was skating in some stupid best trick type of contest and I thought to myself "Holy shit, that dude looks exactly like Tyrone Olson!" He had a pretty tight fade going on and he was shirtless and sweaty, just like T-Bone.

I mean he looked just like Tyrone Olson in every way except for the fact that Timmy didn't look like he had to take a super gnarly dump while he was skating, and by that I mean that Tyrone Olson always looked like he was holding in a serious Patty Duke and was just too busy firing off crop duster 360 flips to stop and find a toilet. Seriously.

Anyway, that was a long time ago. I don't think of T-Bone anymore when I think of Tim Jackson.
I think of TIMMAAAYYYY!

See, this dude is fucking gangster.

I remember being seriously hyped when Tim got on APB, he threw together a super sick video part really fast and Chad and Darin put it at the end of the lower case video to welcome him to the team.
The first team profile I wrote for Tim had him hosting a cable access fishing show.
I don't know how I came up with this one, it started off so small and then just spiraled out of control.
I like the ending.

Tim Jackson:

The other major players in town hated Timmy, and with good reason. He had been on top of the game for years, and nobody could seem to find a way to take him out. It definitely wasn't for lack of trying, though. One would be hard-pressed to count the number of times he had been challenged by hungry up-and-comers. Numerous new jacks had decided to test him despite his stellar credentials and nefarious reputation, but each time a new adversary quickly rose up on the scene, he was violently cut down just as fast.

Soon, people outside the usually tight-knit and close lipped Hawaii circuit began to notice. Big fish. Real G's. Bangers with heavy reps from across the ocean. They came from L.A., Frisco, Seattle, Denver, Chicago, Memphis, Miami, Atlanta, Philly, D.C., Boston, and New York City. Each one was more hardcore than the last, but Timmy dispatched them with the quickness. His methods of disposal were as aesthetically pleasing as they were psychologically diabolical.

More and more as time passed and the enemies piled up, the government began to get wind of Timmy's exploits and soon set up surveillance on him and his entire Manoa-based operation. It was through this intricate surveillance, which included extremely hi-tech miniature video cameras and extensive audio wiretaps, that the authorities built a case file on Timmy that was rumored to be thicker than the Honolulu white pages. For six months they kept an extremely close eye on him, but it was only when Tim took out the top guy from Houston on a windy Thursday night in April that they decided it was time to serve him with the papers.

The two agents came up Manoa Road and pulled their car directly in front of Tim and Jeremy's place for a second, but remembered as per their surveillance that the old man who was the landlord hated outside vehicles on his property, so they reluctantly parked the Crown Vic around the corner. Mere minutes later, the smell of May's teriyaki hamburger patties and Mickey's malt liquor permeated the air as the federales cautiously walked down the grassy path to the rear entrance. Reilly was the first to look up and notice the two older guys in suits. "Shit! Five-O, Five-O!!" he blurted out. Timmy quickly looked up from the grill, and the spatula audibly fell from his hand.

"Relax, boys. We're not the police." the dark haired one with the nerdy glasses spoke first. "You two look like a couple of goddamn feds to me..." Jeremy slurred as he squinted through glazed eyes, he was already three forties deep and it was only 8:30. The other one with the shiny tie and expensive looking shoes shot a smug glance in Jeremy's direction and chuckled to himself for a moment before he answered. "Bingo. Give that man a Swisher Sweet." He switched his attention over to Timmy, who was slowly inching away from the grill towards the door. "Hey, Timmy. Do yourself a favor. Freeze. Don't you move another fucking inch..." he said in a raspy voice that was barely above a whisper. Timmy heard the man, but his mind was racing and his options were dwindling quick.

"What's this all about?" Timmy inquired. "Awww, don't be coy. You know exactly why we're here, Jackson..." the one with the glasses replied as he moved considerably closer. His partner carefully reached into his coat pocket, his eyes still trained directly on Timmy, who was now noticeably sweating. "Easy, Tim. Take it nice and easy... I've got something for you here." His voice crackled with a slight hint of uneasiness. He pulled out a white envelope, and held it up in plain sight. He extended the envelope towards Timmy with his right hand and stood there waiting for him to accept it. Tim was worried, no question about it. He had avoided the authorities for a long time, but in the back of his mind, he knew that this would come someday.

Tim took a deep breath and grabbed the envelope. He glanced over at Sean. He knew there was a possibility that he might never see his floor dwelling houseguest again. He looked at Jeremy, his roommate and confidant, but the Germ was in no condition to even stand anymore, let alone keep his eyes open. He tore into the paper and unfolded the official looking sheet with the government seal on it contained within. He scanned the paper and had to read it to himself three times in order to fully comprehend the magnitude of its message. A single, glistening tear appeared in his left eye and trickled down his face with the consistency of molasses. "I...I...can't believe it. I..I..don't know what to say". Tim's voice was barely audible as he choked on the words.

"What? What the fuck does it say? Timmy! Talk to me, man!" Reilly interjected. Tim couldn't speak now,he was visibly moved and overcome with emotion. "What the fuck, dude??" Sean couldn't wait any longer and snatched the paper from Timmy's trembling hand. He read it word for word and soon wore the same expression on his face that Tim had. He had to read it out loud to completely grasp the reality of the situation, and he carefully sounded out the contents of the document. "Timothy Jackson, you are hereby served notice that the United States Olympic Committee has selected you as a member of the United States national handball team and you are now declared officially eligible for competition in the 2008 Summer Olympic games which are to be held in Beijing, China. Congratulations, Tim, and welcome to the team." Sean, stunned, looked over at Timmy. "Holy shit!" Reilly exclaimed. "They have handball in the Olympics?"

TO BE CONTINUED...

Holy ebay Batman!

2008-08-05T08:12:00.006-10:00

Our rummaging ruffian Kyle Collins found this gem at the local Goodwill. OG J. Lee when Earl was on top of his game riding for World Industries. He said he bought it for 8 bucks. It was a complete with old Indy's and rails which he took off. I'll say if he was to put this on the bay it could go for at least $500 bucks. But leave it up to Collins to say he'd rather ride it.

Natural Koncept East Coast Tour.

2008-07-15T15:29:00.010-10:00

I don't know, what do you think, possible hi-jinx? Maybe a bit of ruckus here and there? Looks to me like a full-blown situation is about to happen next week in the eastern United States, I'm pretty sure homeland security is shaking in their booties.

Me, I am just super stoked that my man Sean Patrick Reilly is going to be involved in this because just recently he was unsure if he would be able to make the trip with the rest of his NK brethren due to financial reasons, but the braddahs over there finally hooked it up and I just want to say congratulations to the higher-ups at Natural Koncept for making the executive decision to involve the Bedpan in their east coast summer tour. Reilly brings so much more to the table than his obvious skateboarding talent, and I'm sure that there will be ample opportunities during this trip for him to showcase his incredible abilities that reach far beyond shredding on a wooden plank.

Also, it will be a great chance for my man to stack more footage for his loooooong-awaited and highly anticipated video "Attack Of The Killer Haoles", which he is working very hard to put together as soon as possible. This video can't come out soon enough, and some tour antics captured on a road trip of this magnitude would really put this project over the top, methinks.

And if Reilly wasn't enough raw dog flavor and reallness for this tour, our homies Kale Sandridge

and Chris Kays

are going to be right there alongside him for the ride. We're talking heavyweight local shredders right here, representing Hawaii on the mainland and showing motherfuckers what's really hood in the 'aina.

Oh yeah, one more thing, buy Chris and Kale's boards!
Shit's fucking ill, support the troops!

Small kine summer skatepark samples.

2008-07-01T09:47:00.068-10:00

Recently our good friends Masa and Miko came from Japan to visit for a nice three week long holiday. The two of them were my main contacts and more than gracious hosts in Tokyo when I went to get my solo shred on in Japan back in March, so I was super psyched when they decided to return here to their second home recently for a killer extended vacation. They got here near the end of May and brought a huge posse of tomodachi with them. The crew was like 15 deep and consisted of Masa and Miko's friends that make up the hardcore punk band No All and also the ska outfit Oi-Skall Mates.

The two bands played a couple of incredible shows at Anna Banana's with local bands like The 86 List and Go Jimmy Go, and several of the members of both bands are skaters. We enjoyed a few sessions with these guys at spots from A'ala Park to Cholo's. Masa and Miko's friends left Hawaii after about a week, but Masa and Miko stayed for another two weeks.

During the duration of their stay in Hawaii Masa got to not only re-acquaint himself with a bunch of old standbys, but also a few new places that he never had the chance to during any of his previous and numerous visits. For instance, my man was beyond stoked to get the chance to roll out to Chuck's warehouse in Kailua three Tuesdays in a row, the first of which was only hours after his initial arrival to Honolulu. Yeah, in between the new and the old, it would be an understatement to say that Masa skated a shitload the whole time he was here.

Among his favorites were the many times he headed over to the Kamiloiki park in Hawaii Kai, and of course Masa made the drive out to Kapolei a few times to shred the bowls with Noodles and the Sunday crew, that goes without saying, but despite the fact that Masa had been here a bunch of times previously and skated a ton of spots on the island, there were still a few places that he had not gotten the chance to lay his wheels down upon.

I narrowed it down to the skateparks that he hadn't visited yet. They were Keolu in Kailua, the Kaneohe park, and the Mililani skatepark. I immediately ruled out the Kaneohe park because that place fucking sucks. Sorry, it's just not a good overall park. If you skate there and have fun there, good for you. I'm super stoked for you. Enjoy. Also, I didn't want him to experience the disappointment that is the Keolu park in Kailua. Such incredible potential, definitely must have looked good on paper but in person a crying fucking shame. No offense, Chuck! I love you brah, I just am not feeling either one of those places at all and didn't want to subject my homie to them.

So that left Mililani. Not that I like that waste of space either, but it was most definitely the lesser of the three evils. Believe me, I am not a fan of that place or it's layout and design, both of which happened to come from the mind of one of my best friends, Chad. Even Chad would tell you that the Mililani park is a piece of shit compared to what it could have been. Anyway, I thought that we could roll out there to give Masa a taste of it, and then hit up the Manana park in Pearl City on the way back.

On Wednesday, June 11th me and my little bodysurfing partner Brian Wyland had a super fun shred session at Point Panic in the morning, and then in the early afternoon we met up with Masa and Miko along with Mako Ozaki for the little road trip out to Mills.

Makiki is Mako's hood. We posted up on the street and waited to meet Makoto-san.

Look! There he is! Makohhhhhhh-tohhhhhhh!

Here he comes!

Sup, brah!

B-Dubbs had to screen his visage from le' soleil.

Mission accomplished, Barney!

Visitors finally rolled up.

Speaking of rolling, Masa definitely knows what's up!

Ready to split? Like your boy Marvo would say, "Let's go..."

Leave town.

Head north.

This is it.

Alternate view.

Brian was totally in the juice pouch section for this frontside tailslide.

I swam over a couple of kids to get in position for this backside ollie.

Even though the bowl section was mushy and doubled up, Masa was happy to jump in.

Dude has the mean frontal snaps on lock.

They were feeling it!

Makoto pulled out the big guns for some snipeage.

This dude rolled up on the parking lot scene like the Count of Monte' Cristo.

Sick manny.

Tight nose wheelie.

Homie struck a pose and then dipped out. So did we.

Can I get some nachos? Yeah nachos!

Portagee pride on the way to Pearl City.

Sup, bully?

Got to P.C. and this dude was already there on some video paparazzi shit.

Noodles has been steady shredding Pearl City since before 95 percent of the Manana locs were even born.

It's hot as balls out there.

Stay hydrated.

Brian was kind of bummed when he paddled over to the hip and realized that there were like 20 guys out already.

So he sat on the outside until the set wave rolled through. Dudes tried to drop in but B-Dubbs gave 'em all one big "HO!" and they backed right off.

Masa thinks the spine section at Manana is cho tanoshii.

Little man dropped right in.

Noods presented Masa with this fine omiyage, courtesy of the neighborhood's only real skate shop.

So let's go there, it's right down the road. Fuck that mall bullshit, this Hawaiian keeps it really real.

Even the locs in the parking lot outside knows what's up.

Shootin' the shit.

Meet the dogs.

Keia boy.

China girl.

Headed back to home base for the night session.

Can't touch this!

Thanks for the heads-up, bro.

Heavy sticker action since way back.

Brian shows Mako just how he tucks into those Point Panic peelers.

Sunset. "Check out the clouds, fool! Check out the clouds!"

"I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny..."

This dude got rolled up on by the fuzz. Busted! I guess this is what they do when they're not giving skaters tickets for being in the park after 9PM. By the way, FUCK YOU, HPD. What's the matter? A'ala Park doesn't have enough ice dealers, crackheads, transvestite prostitutes, thieves, gamblers, overnight campers, or just plain all-around scumbags for you guys to fill your days and nights with that you have to harass hard-working taxpayers that use the park for what it is actually intended for and give them fucking tickets for being around (not even INSIDE the park) 10 fucking minutes after 9 o'clock at night? Fuck each and every single one of you worthless fucking shitheads, you don't deserve to carry the badge. Integrity, respect, and fairness my ass. Again, go fuck yourselves.

Makoto-san wa owarimashita. That means he's finished.

After a long day like this one, the feeling is mutual. DONE. We're out.

APB-sides: part 5.

2008-06-24T15:25:00.006-10:00

Check out Aaron Lee. Four years ago we were dragging him around the island on a super skatepark tour and he was sitting in the back of the van doing his homework. Imagine that. What a responsible little guy. What happened to that dude? He's almost grown up now, I think he turns 21 next year, but when I wrote this little profile for him he was still a little fucker that was just beginning to explore the wild side.

Aaron models the must have t-shirt of the summer, but it only screams for him to be sniped.

Sizzling shot of Sunshine shredding switch for The Skateboard Mag, courtesy of Atiba Jefferson.

Aaron surveys the donkey saturation at the Manana skatepark, then tucks his squirrel tail between his legs and scurries away.

I think he likes partying. A lot. And he skates good on every terrain. Plus he surfs now. What an all-around shredder! Watch his part in the APB video The Struggle, you can see him evolve. But for now, read this old-ass shit and imagine him being all foxy!

Aaron Lee:

“For the last time, get down here now! Dinner’s getting cold!” Aaron’s mom called up again. He’d heard her the first couple of times, but he wasn’t deliberately ignoring her. He was a responsible kid most of the time and he always listened to his parents, but right now he couldn’t help it. He stood at the mirror fixed upon the back of his bedroom door, and he was checking out the way he looked in his new suit. It was a gray three piece that had taken him almost a year to pay for, and damn if he didn’t look good in it. Really good.

Aaron had always been a handsome kid, getting chicks was never a problem for him and girls were always complimenting him and telling him how cute he was. And not the kind of obligatory remarks your mom or sister throw at you to help your self-confidence and make you feel better about yourself when you ask them how you look, either. Girls of all types were digging Aaron Lee, and hard. That was all fine and dandy for the average seventeen year old guy, but Aaron was sick of average and he was also quickly becoming bored with all the attention lavished upon him by these girls. Girls. That was the problem for him. They were just girls, and what Aaron really wanted for the past year was women. Older women. Lots of them.

Aaron realized that if he wanted to have a fighting chance with these older women, he was going to have to step his game up a bit. There were many ways that he could attempt to do this, but the first and most glaring and obvious to him was with clothing. He had always been a very simple jeans and t-shirt kind of guy, and that was fine for the girls at his school and the young betties that swooned over him at the skate parks, but Aaron was under the impression that older women cared a lot more about the way their men dressed.

He had read somewhere in a magazine once, it was probably one of those stupid men’s monthlies like Maxim or some bullshit that all those candy-assed Hollister wearing fags read, that women absolutely could not resist a man that was dressed up. The article made it sound like females were having earth-shattering full body orgasms and literally liquefying at the sight of a good looking guy wearing the proper suit. Aaron figured he was handsome already, and he thought that if he were to wear a suit like that, he would most likely become damn near unstoppable. He knew it would be expensive, but a really good suit would be a great investment and would pay dividends probably immediately. He was right.

When he first got it, he would wear it out to bars and clubs and he never got carded once. It was like the suit added nearly ten years on him, and the women noticed. He had no problem meeting ladies in their mid to late twenties, some even over thirty, and telling them that he was twenty-four years old. The suit made him look much older, but he didn’t want to push his luck too hard. Twenty-four it was. Soon he found himself hooking up with ladies on a regular basis, and since he still lived at home with his parents way the fuck out in Kapolei, he always had to get them to take him back to their places. After all he was projecting an image with the suit, and the suit said I don’t live at home with mom and dad.

The suit was in fact so mesmerizing and downright hot that a lot of these women, actually it was pretty much all of them, begged Aaron to leave it on while they had filthy and downright deviant sex with him. Yeah, it was safe to say that the suit was the best money that young Aaron had ever spent in his entire life. Aaron was thinking about his next conquest as he stood in front of the mirror wearing his cute gray suit. When dinner was finished, he would do his biology homework and update his myspace page like he always did, but after that he was going to sneak out of the house and find himself another hot older woman. Another freaky mademoiselle. Another insatiable MILF.

None of them could resist the suit, the suit was like fucking magic. “You want this, baby? You want some of this strapping young boy? Huh? Is that what you want?” he said to the mirror as he ran his hands up and down the cut of the suit. He loved the way it felt on him, and it looked so money, too. Aaron took one last look at himself in the mirror and remembered his mom calling him for dinner. Shit. He’d been so caught up with admiring his fine self that he nearly forgot it was time to eat. He turned towards the door to his bathroom so that he could change for supper, and at that exact same moment he heard his mom outside of his bedroom. “Aaron!!! How many times do I have to call you?” she was right on the other side of the door now. “MOM! I SAID I WAS COMING! JESUS CHRIST!” he yelled. “What did you say to me???” his mother responded furiously, and as she did she opened the door to his room. Aaron turned to face his mom, she stood in the open doorway of his bedroom.

“Mom…I…..” Aaron was momentarily speechless as his eyes met his mother’s. She stood there with a stunned, almost paralyzed look on her face, she had yet to see Aaron in the suit, and never even knew that he owned it. “Mom…Mom, I know what you’re thinking…I can explain…” His mother couldn’t speak. In fact, she couldn’t move either. She said nothing and was seemingly catatonic for a good thirty seconds. The silence was uncomfortable to say the least until Aaron finally spoke again, and he reached out and gently shook her. “Mom…are you okay??? Mom, say something! Say something! Anything!!!” he was getting worried. To his relief however her mouth slowly opened, but it was a moment before she finally spoke. “Aaron, honey…” she began. “Yeah, mom?” he nervously replied. “What the hell are you doing wearing a squirrel costume?” she asked.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Reilly Styley!

2008-06-17T07:24:00.013-10:00

And now I'm all smiley!

Of course your favorite local skateboarder is Sean Reilly, that goes without saying. If he's not your favorite, what the fuck is wrong with you, dummy?
Get it together, fruitcake!

The love of my life is currently hard (no homo) at work stacking footage for his latest video opus Attack Of The Killer Haoles. If you've seen Brokeback Skateboarding, Boneass, Very Danger, Shittykids or any of his other feel-good blockbusters then you will know that I am not exaggerating when I say that he is the Seymour Butts of our generation.

His vision and creativity are unmatched, and his unbridled thirst for cinematic excellence is unquenchable and never-ending. Seanny has been riding for 808 Skate for as long as I can remember, probably since he was a spoiled little Punahou shitbag, and I am proud to report that I am beyond psyched on his latest ad that is featured in the June issue of the local surf mag Heavywater.

Here it is, drink it in, don't be shy. It's a fucking work of genius to say the least, and it all comes from the creative mind of my man Chuckles, or should I say Takeru san? Or is it Chazz Mitsui, the ramp destroyer, eastside surf shralper, film director and future Oscar winner? Whatever, all I know is that this shit is fucking gold, Jerry. IT'S GOLD!!!

Mini-ramp sessions from the Blaisdell trade show.

2008-05-24T12:53:00.004-10:00

So that Big Boy's Toys show a couple of months back was pretty crazed. If you missed the pictures, they're down there a few posts back right before the Japan coverage from March. It's already been said but I'll say it again, the mini-ramp that was inside the Blaisdell Exhibition Hall was pretty much perfect. It was up for a whole weekend and was sessioned by many including Christian Hosoi, Jef Hartsel, Kale Sandridge, Ricky Stiles, Kele Rosecrans, Ken McGuire, and many others like me, Chad, Cuzzo, Chris Kays, two-time Game Of Skate champion Ian Okui, Aaron Lee, Silent Johnny, Danny, Matt, John Collins, I mean there were just a bunch of people ripping the shit all weekend long. Now there is a finally a nice video montage of the event courtesy of the new kid down at the APB shop in Chinatown. Young homie Conor has much skills behind the camera as well as on a skateboard, and he put this together for everyone to check out, so check it.

Also, for more of Conor's videos, including one featuring the incredibly underground killer Makiki loc Dominic nearly 360 flipping that one Stevenson triple set that Danny kickflipped in The Struggle video,(since then he's landed it we hear, can't wait to see that footage) check out his YouTube page. Yeah Conor!

You don't know us, fool. We just drained your pool.

2008-05-10T11:25:00.003-10:00

I've always liked the way that statement sounds. Imagine! Some rich family in Kahala or Portlock goes away for a little vacation, maybe a week or so. Maybe they went skiing in Aspen or they took a Carribean cruise, who gives a shit where they went? The important thing is they weren't home for an extended period of time and in that time some vagabonds found out about their long-term abscence and decided to drain their swimming pool on the stealth tip.

Just straight up bum-rushed the property and emptied out their pool. Didn't break in and steal anything, and believe me there was probably a bunch of nice shit inside of that palatial estate worth gaffling, but the house per se was never even thought of in that manner. These villainous souls were only interested in the exterior, namely the beautiful swimming hole that was so conveniently shaped in the form of a right handed kidney.

I know a couple of guys like this.
One of them, I don't want to name names but let's just say that he's hated in the neighborhood, and there also happens to be a photo of himself skating a pool in the new issue of Slap, which just so happens to be the POOL ISSUE, a magazine which you should go out and purchase this very instant.

BIG UPS TO ALL THOSE WHO LIVE THE POOL SHARKING LIFE!
This post is for you.
Now take me to a nice peanut or amoeba.
Thank you.

For the most comprehensive coverage regarding pool skating in the state of Hawaii, please visit the official website of the Royal Hawaiian Pool Service.

Shaka, fakas!

APB-sides: part 4.

2008-04-29T17:59:00.005-10:00

As far as John Oliveira is concerned on these pages, I've already gone into some seriously deep emotional detail regarding my favorite local skateboarder, so I'll spare you. Kind of. One might even gather that I'm totally gay for John by the way I gush (no homo) about him so much and speak so highly of all of his exploits, on and off board. Don't get me wrong, I do fully love me some John, how could I not? We're both from Aiea. Halawa Heights, son! That alone solidifies his status as down for life right there. There's definitely something about Johnny, boys and girls of all ages love the Silent one. When I was writing the team profiles, I wanted to incorporate the Candybandit angle into John's, but I wasn't really sure how to do it. Then I remembered knife arm!

This is John doing a John trick. He's got several.

One time we had pancakes, John likes the sizzurp.

Johnny is a media star, be it in print like this photo from Transworld, or on camera in any number of skateboard videos. His section in The Struggle is a recent fan favorite for sure, and his appearance in Sean Reilly's Brokeback Skateboarding was nothing short of mesmerizing.

It's been super rad lately to see the evolving of John. He's not just a skate rat anymore. He's stepping out on the town these days, even in the company of ladies. He has a few drinks, he's a man of the world now.

I'm sure he hates this piece, but tough shit, here it is:

John Oliveira:

It was pouring rain and he was running down the street barefoot. His feet hurt something awful, and he thought that there may have been blood on his hands as well, but John had no time to stop and look. As he sprinted across the busy road against the light, his right foot stepped directly into a large pothole that had no doubt doubled in size since the unusually heavy rains had started nearly a month earlier. John went down hard, and the way his ankle twisted a normal human would have screamed out in agonizing pain and been immobilized immediately. However, he was not normal. John was about as far away from normal as a person could be, and it was this that saved him from becoming a hood ornament at that very moment.

The driver of the silver Lexus two door sedan could barely see through his windshield wipers, they were operating at their highest speed but it was still difficult to make out what was even five feet in front of him. As soon as John hit the ground he saw the headlights approaching fast and reacted. He did a one-armed push up right into a spinning barrel roll, a move that he had never done before. The car seemed to be moving in slow motion as he expertly executed this strange life-saving maneuver, and he avoided the Lexus with incredible ease. “Whoa“, he thought to himself in mid-flight. “Is this really happening? I’m not dreaming, am I? Is this some kind of Matrix type shit or what?”

As he landed on his bare feet safely out of harm’s way, John whipped around and quickly looked up and down the street. He needed to find something familiar, a landmark, a street sign, anything to help him identify where in the hell he was at this moment so that he could negotiate his way home and make his escape.. Nothing stood out to him, he was completely lost. Again. It seemed like only a week or so had passed since the last time, that horrible time that John swore would be the last. Unavoidably, it was always like this, and John could do nothing about it. He tried in vain to ignore the voice in his head that drove him, but the voice was determined. Determined to own him. Determined to rule him.

John kept running, he knew he had to get as far away from this area as he could or he would surely be caught this time. Nearly out of breath and close to total exhaustion, he finally made his way to a church, or a school, he couldn’t tell, and he didn’t really care at this point . It was dark and off of the main road, and that was all that he cared about now. He passed what he thought was a cafeteria or something and found himself at a waist high drinking fountain. “Ahhhh…at last …” the voice in his head sounded relieved.

John stood for nearly thirty seconds staring at the water fountain dumbfounded until the voice spoke up again. “Well, don’t just stand there, stupid. Wash your hands!” The voice was practically scolding him. John looked at his bloody hands, there was definitely something weird going on here. First of all, his hands didn’t hurt at all. No pain whatsoever, but they were bloody as hell, and from the looks of it, it wasn’t his blood either. John turned on the fountain by pushing the handle with his knee and began furiously washing his hands. As he desperately scrubbed his palms together under the water the voice in his head spoke again. “Yes, good, John! Veeeery good…that’s it! Get that bitches blood off of you! Hurry up! You don’t have much time…”

John finished washing his hands, and he looked down and noticed that they were not scratched or cut in any way whatsoever . It was like déjà vu all over again. “How many times has this happened before?” John asked himself. “I know what you mean, John…” The voice in his head answered almost on cue. “In all this excitement I kind of lost track myself.” John didn’t want to believe that it was going down this way again, but there was no denying it.

“It’s not like it matters anyway, John. The police have no idea… you know that, right?” The voice continued. “How do you know? How could you possibly have any idea what the police know or don’t know???” John asked in an uneasy tone that unintentionally betrayed just how scared he was at that very moment. “Johnny, Johnny, Johnny…” the voice replied. “NO ONE has any idea. They don’t have a clue. How could they know? You and I are way too smart for that, John. Surely you must realize this by now…” the voice got eerier with each word, but John tried his best to compose himself. “What are you talking about?” John asked the voice. “You’re the smart one…I never have any idea what’s going on! I don’t know what I’m doing! YOUR voice guides ME! I don’t even want to hurt people, let alone kill them!” he added. The voice could only laugh now, and the sound of it’s cackle instantly made John nearly sick to his stomach. “John…what in god’s name are you talking about? I AM YOU…and you are me. My bloodlust is yours, and your murderous desire is mine…you’ve always known this to be true.” John shook his head as he responded. “No….that’s not the way it is. You’re not real…you’re imaginary. You’re a figment of my imagination…”

As much as he desperately wanted to believe the words that he spoke, John knew deep down inside that they simply were just not true. Knife Arm WAS real. Knife Arm WAS NOT imaginary, and Knife Arm definitely WAS NOT a figment of his imagination. The siren that now blared in the distance wasn‘t in his head either, and John could hear it getting closer. He didn’t need the voice to tell him what to do now. It was time to run. Again.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Live at the Blaisdell.

2008-04-08T23:15:00.097-10:00

When I think about the Blaisdell Arena right here in lovely Honolulu, Hawaii, the first thing that comes to my mind is HEAVY METAL PARKING LOT!

I've seen some legendary shit at the Blaisdell, I'm talking like groups ranging from Iron Maiden, Def Leppard, and Ozzy, to Aerosmith, Metallica, and Soundgarden, I mean just a whole bunch of crazy arena rock went down there and the scene was always the same before the show. Just like the Heavy Metal Parking Lot video, (if you haven't seen it, pleeeaaaase click on that link up there and watch that shit, it's mesmerizing)there would always be a gang of rocker dudes in denim and leather and hella metal sluts in spandex roaming around drinking hards and beers and always smoking tons, and I mean TONS of weed, and blasting some serious headbanger shit on their car stereos. Every single concert you could count on a full blown party scene in the hours before the show, and I don't know what the fuck that has to do with the recent Big Boys Toys Expo that went down during the last weekend of March here in town at the Blaisdell, but I can assure you it was always awesome.

Well, anyway this Big Boys Toy expo thingy was technically held at the Blaisdell Exhibition Hall right in between the arena and the concert hall that everyone skates. Speaking of skating, there was an awesome, and by awesome I mean fucking AWESOME mini-ramp built just for the show over the weekend, and we went down there to skate it and hang out at the booths of our homies from APB, Fitted, and Poetree. Oh, and Christian Hosoi was there. Kind of a big deal!

You know if Gary's deejaying, the shit is going to be out of contrizzol! RHPS always represents lovely.

Shit was getting drilled.

Chad was breaking in the new guy. Whattup, Conor! Love this kid already.

APB and Fitted shared a booth right in between Heavywater Mag and Poetree. Chad had a bunch of product for sale, including his newest t-shirt design, which might be one of his best ones yet. See it?

Here, get a good look, drop to your knees.

By the way, this shirt was Chad's genius way of telling me that he's sick of having his photo on the Internet, more specifically his mug on this blog piece of shit right here.

Inspired by the taser guy from Florida, this t-shirt also happens to be a APB/Hirollingmedia.com collabo and it's on sale right now down at APB, don't you want one? Don't you want to let us know that you're sick of this shit and sick of blogs in general? Make a statement!

Anyway, the ramp was getting mopped because it was hella slippery.

So we walked around the show to kill some time. There was a pitbull kennel right next to where the ramp was.

These dogs ain't fucking around.

I mean they're on some ruff shit!

Like some pull 5000 pounds and up type of shit.

Keeping it CHEE PONO!

This dog is Diesel! Seriously, that's his name. Probably pull you and your whole family down the street and not even blink.

All the peoples that were in the ramp area posted up together.

ZZ Top type of shit.

Sick Jag.

On some Tom Slick shit. Not the A'ala Park bum, the cartoon, stupid.

Pretty gangsta.

These guys were all about customizing your shit.

With shit.

Might as well pimp your golf cart too.

Ludicrous bike.

And another.

This comic book shit is getting out of contol.

Even Green Goblin was up in that shit.

Mud Light!

Bitchin' Camaro.

Manly shit.

You know karate? Well, I know CARAZY.

These dudes were totally serious.

If they sold one of these all weekend, I'd be fucking amazed.

They should have listened to this dude.

Doc Peezy stoner type shit.

The tenth-grader in me was loving this shit.

Aaron is almost foxier than this chick.

The ill Bug shit!

While the ramp was being finished up, Chad stickered up.

Ready for some action.

Get your grub on.

Oasis dudes repped the Big Island.

They got planks and stuff.

Okay, so I was chillin' and whatnot, pounding down hella Vitamin Waters because that shit was free all weekend, and I had heard that Hosoi was in town for some demo/church service something or other at the Hickam Hangar and maybe he was going to be at the show during the weekend. Well, it was true, the man himself was spotted in the building, and pretty much as soon as the ramp was completed with its finishing touches, he got up on the deck. I immediately started fanning out and sniping hella shots of him just standing there. What? It's Christian fucking Hosoi. Fuck off!

Well, I'd rather watch Holmes stand on the deck of a ramp than watch about 75 percent of the video parts out there in skateboarding today.

More style in his fucking pinkie toe than, say, the entire Baker team.

If Christian is Christ, then Ivan is God. Hartsel with pops Hosoi.

And of course Jef and the man Holmes himself go back like pool chairs. Venice locs back in the day.

Hands down, without question, the coolest skater-friendly security guard in the short history of skater-friendly security guards. This dude has been working at the Blaisdell for like 35 years or some shit. He's busted everyone in town for skating at the concert hall, but he's always super nice and he even tells you when the best times are to come back when he's not there. He even made a cameo in the second APB video, lower case. He fake tackled Alex Ly on the steps of the concert hall and was a champ about it. In fact, Chad even hooked him up with a copy of The Struggle DVD so that he could watch himself in action in the bonus features. Braddah was stoked!

Kenny Brimer: superstar!

Dude signs autographs now.

Dude even has a camera now with a cute little lens. Welcome to the media, Blazer.

Too late, Aaron Lee! You're fucking blogged for life!

Westsiiiiide was in the house. Guess which one of these dudes has a video part on YouTube of him skating to Eye Of the Tiger. You have a fifty percent chance. Can't imagine it? Give up? Okay, okay. It's him.

Another ludicrous motorcycle.

Best t-shirt of the weekend, 4th runner-up.

Dopest shirt of the weekend, 3rd runner-up.

Coolest t-shirt of the weekend, 2nd runner-up, two times.

Okay, raddest t-shirt of the weekend? Found it! Jose', you're the winner.

Kenny says congratulations.

Cover band kinda killed it!

WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE, you're probably saying to yourself by now.
Wasn't there a goddamned ramp in the fucking building?
Didn't anyone skate it?
Where are the action photos already???

There are plenty of those.
Right here!
Some are from Friday night, when the extentions didn't have coping on them, or a deck to stand on for that matter.
The decks and coping for the extension got done on Saturday, but there was a heated session Friday night with no deck or coping on that section.
Saturday was crazed, full blown snake session from hell, but what do you expect?
Sunday I didn't go but heard it was way mellow and not as crowded.
I took most of these pictures, but Mako took some and I think Hesham might have taken the ones of Cuzzo, I'm not sure, but here's the cornucopia of action shots.

I'm still giving the finger after all these years, I dunno the shit just comes out, I can't control it.

I lipslid up the extension with no deck or coping, big fat fucking whoop.

Think I give a fuck about a frontside rock? Sometimes I give myself the thumbs down when I'm not sticking middle finger.

This dude is the Frank Lucas of the Hawaiian hat game.

And Cuzzo's crooked grind is in color too, if you missed it the first time.

Rene fucking Matthyssen kills it to this day. Next time you're over at Fitted copping that tight custom New Era hat piece, tell 'em that you seen Cuzzo killing it on the hirolling blogspot, and support their shit. Fuck a corporate mall hat shithole!

Little rats were doing ollies and shit off the extension. Damn!

Harts was like "Yo, I'm feeling your setup, Holmes!" I think it looks like he's feeling it anyway.

Kele Rosecrans did some wild maneuvers like this crazy varial spin to backside D.

Ken McGuire was in the Speed Freaks video! Now that is some legend type shit right there. Respect! Dude is fucking cool as hell and still kills it.

Not the greatest photo, but it's a Hosoi ollie!

Chris Kays killed the ramp all weekend. Duh. Here's a kickflip to rock fakie.

Holmes kicks out a one foot to backside disaster, steez dripping by the bucket.

Christian Hawaii Five-O's to fakie with ease.

Even though he "only" went to backside disaster after this vicious method, this may be one of theeee raddest photographs I have ever taken.

You don't think John Collins was psyched to be standing on the deck next to THE man?

John sure skated all weekend long like he was psyched. Blunt fakes with ease.

It ain't a fucking ramp sesh without Kale Sandridge! Obscene stalefish IN YO FACE.

I hereby decree that Ian Okui is the only skater in the state allowed to wear headphones, Skate Nazi has spoken!

Ian nailed this frontside varial spin to lein air off of the extension, by the way.

Cuzzo hung with the Blaze in between crooked grinds and feeble fakies.

Ricky Stiles frontside for miles.

Hey coping, hey deck, get ready for impact.

Honestly, name one guy with more style than this dude.

Forget it, such a person does not exist, and never will.

Well, more Kale is always a good thing.

Slayer shirt! Kale was rocking an Iron Maiden tee the night before. How hard does he rule? Very.

Hartsel doing some custom Poetree stuff in his booth in between killing the ramp.

Kenny was stoked to see his old pal Bo Ikeda back in the swing of things. What's up, Bo! Everyone was super psyched to see you're feeling better, let's go shred when you're not surfing sometime.

Was this board gay enough?

Sean Reilly thought so, and he was absolutely right.

The entire weekend was pretty crazed, I mean how often do you get to session a perfect mini-ramp right here in town, indoors, with all kinds of freaks and weirdos on display with an insane mix of cars, electronics, animals, music, oh...and did I mention skating that indoor perfect mini-ramp with Christian Hosoi?

Fuck yeah I was fanning out.
Shoot me.

Big in Japan: Osaka.

2008-04-04T10:45:00.075-10:00

Three days in Tokyo is not nearly enough time to properly enjoy the capital of my favorite country in the world. There's just way too much shit to see and do, especially skateboard-wise. Even without skating in the equation, it's overwhelming to take it all in within only a few days, and I'm not even including easy to get to nearby areas like Yokohama, Japan's second biggest city which is only 35-40 minutes away by train. I would have loved to make it out to Yokohama again, there are a shitload of good skate spots and a whole other huge metropolis to explore that is even more modern and marble infested than Tokyo. Of course both of those cities are amazing, but in my opinion they can't even begin to compete with the electricity and overall good vibes that my favorite city in the world oozes from every nook and cranny. That's right, it's all about Osaka. If Tokyo seems aloof and uptight, Osaka is down to earth and mellow. Don't get me wrong, it's a fast paced and gigantic city (Japan's third largest) and if I had to compare them I would say that Tokyo is very much like New York City, people there tend to be sort of snobby and believe that they're cooler than the rest of the country, and Osaka is comparable to Los Angeles, they are more laid back and tend to not be in so much of a crazy rush to do things. Bottom line is that the people are a lot cooler, the food tastes a lot better, and they know how to have fun more overall than any other place in Japan. KUIDAORE!

Bullet train out of town, it takes a little under three hours to get to Osaka.

This ought to help pass the time.

By the way, have you SEEN the Ghostface book? Words of wisdom from Tony Starks and Ashy Larry in accompanying photos? I don't think I need to say any more, but GET THIS SHIT already.

Made it! My man Junji from Soundboarding was there to greet me, he lives like two minutes from the station.

Junji's down with APB. Go to their website and check out the FILM section, two of his Goldenroad episodes that he filmed in Hawaii are viewable. We were about to start working on a new episode.

Dropped my shit off and headed straight to Fuzenna, Osaka's most hardcore skateboarder-owned and operated skateshop. The wall of fame features Hawaii's own Grant Fukuda and Gary Owens from Royal Hawaiian Pool Service, as well as established Japanese rippers like Wataru and Kenji.

They had the issue of The Skateboard Mag with the Hawaii article in it. Atiba Jefferson took some amazing photos of Kaikea Kimura, Jarold Webb, Aaron Lee, and Danny Hamaguchi. Did you read the article and the photo captions? That was me. Shameless plug, I know, but shameless plugs are the name of the game in out there in blog land if you haven't noticed by now.

Met up with Junji's homie Shogo. Or is it Shougo? Either way this dude is a shredder, and cool as fuck.

Oh, they have skate stoppers in Japan too.

The Fourstar team killed this place, I was ready to see what it was all about.

First time meeting my little homie Takashi. Some call him TAKE A SHIT as a joke, but this dude's skills on a board are downright serious.

Shougo popped a little something.

Dude got his hurricane on. I think hurricanes are typhoons on this side of the International Date Line though. That's a steep typhoon stall.

Kenji Kumeda, crailslide, GNARLY!

Tribute to Gonz, who was FUCKING TERRORIZING this bank in the Fourstar video.

Homie jumped up and thought about a stunt.

Then executed that shit. CRAZY, beleive me.

Junji's angle was tight.

My ender was a little more low-impact.

And rewarded by Kenji.

Crew!

Rock on.

Beers at Takashi's.

Tourists love Glico man.

And adore Kuidaore.

Five-O rolled up and tried to hate.

But when the cops left, Junji and the crew were still chillin' with some beverages.

The Hanshin Tigers are Osaka's baseball team, and this is one of their fitted trucker caps all beadazzled.

Lots of clowns roaming the streets of Ame-mura.

Never mind Kirin or Asahi, that's mainstream pop shit. Yebisu (don't prounounce the Y) is the reallness.

Osaka has the best crab in the nation. Kani Doraku is the illest.

Everybody used to skate it seems, but this dude could actually ollie with those ridiculous shoes, not bad.

You never do catch the dragon, you know.

How about a nice free fall?

Me and my man waiting for the train.

Don't go here.

Don't manhandle the ramps.

Go in here and you'll drown!

What you got on this rock channel?

Me and the crew freight-train ollied it.

Maybe you feel like a little jog?

The biggest fucking dog I have ever seen in my life.

You can't tell but that thing was losing it's shit when I tried to get a good picture of it. It was like in full on attack mode, I mean seriously barking and lunging at me. I was semi-terrified for my life but that dude and the little dog saved me.

Skatepark sunset.

Psyched on these kids.

Wild child.

Night mission equals generator.

Doraemon movie out soon.

Dude, you're on the wrong side.

Dio was everywhere, heavy metal moped.

Lights, camera...you know the rest.

Shougo warmed it up.

Junji took a seat.

Board to the face?

Just your average filmer's occupational hazard.

Ollie.

Five-O grizzle.

Reallest shop in town.

They thought they were hi-rolling but they don't roll like we do.

Best style award.

Had to battle other paparazzos for the shot.

Takoyaki balls in your mouth.

Dope vending machine, they're everywhere and they sell everything.

About to get my shred on.

Shougo swept up.

I powered up.

So did Takashi.

Junji dropped in.

Climbed that shit.

Whoops!

You know Takashi nailed that shit though.

Homies!

Junji over the channel.

Honorary Hawaiians!

Sushi in between sessions? Hai!

Ex-girl's co-workers. So glad that bitch didn't come along.

Last session for the video, let's make it a good one.

Fuzenna shop owner and all-around nice guy Mister K.D.-san gets some over the hip at Herbis.

My board got submerged. Twice. Normally, game over but this was the last session of the trip.

Waterlogged pop over the igloo.

Next day cruised around before I split town, Christa was there, kind of.

Pachinko addicts.

Octopussy.

Last Osaka meal. Killed it.

Ready to split.

Bullet.

Outta here.

No, seriously outta here.

Thanks to my main man Junji for showing me around and filming. Can't wait to see what he throws together for this episode, should be entertaining. Also domo arigato to Masako and Kayoko for dinner, and skate-wise Shougo, Takashi, Kenji, K.D., and all the rest of Junji's homies whose names I forgot. To me, Osaka kills Tokyo in every category hands down and I can't wait to get back there again in the very near future. For those that slept, what else can I say except you blew it! Hard. Next time don't front.

Sayonara.

Big in Japan: Tokyo.

2008-04-01T15:12:00.086-10:00

When I go on a trip, I always go big with the camera. Why not? You never know what kind of shit you're going to come across when you're out and about on your daily adventures. During my brief stay in Japan I filled up two memory cards totalling three gigabytes worth of pictures and video clips. I broke the whole week down into two parts and here are some of the leftovers from my totally shreddable and downright unforgettable three days in Tokyo.

Almost there.

In the house.

Met up with this dude right quick. Sup, braddah Masa!

Sessioned this ramp in the cold with straight plywood and cement block coping.

For foriegners, the sign with the rules basically states that they are no rules, since you can't read that shit anyway.

Near my hotel in Shinjuku the parking situation was bananas.

So peeps just barged the sidewalk with their rigs.

Nihonjin bumbaclots get their jerk chicken at this spot.

The little girl is a goofy foot but the dog can go either way.

Hot nuts soup joint came in handy that night, it was cold as shit outside.

Skateboarders are naturals at getting donuts. Or is it doughnuts?

Either way, this place was kinda heavenly.

Except for this wack-ass policy. Are they afraid that someone is going to leak photos of their top-secret unreleased and ultra limited BAPE collabo bear claws or something? For the record, there were a lot of stores and businesses that I saw in Japan with a sign similar to this one, and also for the record, I took fucking photos in every single one.

Next stop, the busiest pedestrian crossing on the goddamned planet.

After that crazy stressful sardine can experience I definitely needed a hug.

Jumped on Rip's chariot for my first time ever on a fixed gear bike. Bummed that Rip-san didn't also have a messenger bag, a funny hat, a tight-ass v-neck t-shirt, and a pair of man capris for me to borrow so that I could complete the look.

But my man did have a pair of chopsticks handy. Over there they call them hashi. Anyway, I definitely stepped my game up with the sticks.

Early Shinjuku morning.

Things were just Ducky.

Go ahead and step to this rough-ass shit if you're feeling brave.

Headed over the bridge.

Across the bay to Odaiba.

For skateboarders this is definitely a YUMEE NA TOKORO. That means famous place, as in it's been in a lot of videos and photos. What would you do here?

I put that APB sticker up about three and a half years ago, still holding up nicely I see.

One of the two Kua Aina's I saw in Tokyo. The other one was in Ginza.

They were filming the ill Power Rangers type shit for TV over there. This was some kind of old-school camera monster I think.

Attack mode.

Posers.

Hot nuts nut vendor.

You must not be crew.

Old school devil set-up. Could be 999, but fuck it.

Safety shit is for the birds.

Chocolate pig shit.

Cool Tokyo ex-lady, unlike her Osaka counterpart, who is a fucking bitch from hell.

Are you ready for some baseubooru?

Me and Masa outside the spot. PhiWiSpot that is.

Dope shirt.

PhiWiSpot knows what time it is.

T-shirt rack.

I would have been all over this shit fifteen years ago.

Felt right at home.

Only the best chapstick ever.

Miko keeps it real.

Big up and mad respect to PhiWiSpot!

I'm terrible with names, but Masa's homie killed this park and styled a backside tailslide on this QP at speed.

Masa got all steezy on me.

All types of medicine.

Ho-hum, think I'll skate another perfect mini-ramp.

Ludacris style, chicken and beer, except it's karaage and Sapporo.

Me and Masa...

...are a couple of fucking skate nerds.

Late night post-shred spot.

Most hospitable hosts ever.

Tokyo hipster, by way of A'ala Park the night before I left town.

Cute little stoner shit. Kawaii!

Those wacky Japanese peeps will line up for anything.

I wasn't on the list, and I didn't have nearly enough yen to bribe the bouncer.

So I went to my favorite retail location in the nation, Tokyu Hands.

They've got basically everything. Penis noses, you name it.

My favorite superheroes from my youth all collabo'd up with babies to make cellphone straps.

You have no idea how huge a part of my life those first two in the top row are. We're talking like serious sentimental attachment here.

This is one of the raddest graphics I've ever seen.

These mutts plug into the USB port on your PC or Mac...

...then begin to furiously hump your computer.

I'm pretty sure that the Japanese have no idea how completely racist and offensive this shit is, they probably just think it's cute.

A little crack, a little herb, no harm.

Back near my hotel, this host club was ranking it's pretty boy employees. The first dude is the ichiban smuggler.

This is what the skatepark that Masa wanted to take me to for the private session looks like. FUCK! Next time for sure.

Japanese peeps love them ukuleles. Check out the Telecaster and Les Paul models. Sugoi!

Me and Masa met up with the star of the Super Champion Fun Zone video.

This is what he convinced the people at Burton to build in their design/warehouse space.

So Rip started warming up.

Then it was on.

Dude kills the place.

Rip rips so hard that he teaches other people how to rip like Rip.

Masa went deep.

It all seems like a blur now that I think about it.

Masa got his pivot on in the shallow.

I wanted one of these Analog sticker sooooo bad. No dice, too rimited. Time to call up the big boss. What up, Oblow?? Hook that shit up, brah!

A couple of brosephs leave their boards at the Burton bowl on some locker room type shit.

Rip decided to take his plank home though, and kitted it out for the rain outside.

Snacks and beverages to bid me farewell.

Later, Tokyo!
Shit was super fun, or maybe I should say CHO TANOSHIKATTA DESU.
Thanks to Rip, Miyuki, Masa and Miko for hooking up all the good times.
Tokyo in general is definitely awesome and an incredible experience, but my number one spot in Japan by far is Osaka, and I was about to be on my way there.
Those leftovers are coming up next time.
Ja mata ato de.

Pre-Japan Sunday Shralp.

2008-03-22T12:10:00.047-10:00

I left for Japan on a Tuesday, this shit was from Sunday right before the trip.

Me and my ranking #1 man went shopping for postcards in Chinatown.

Not gonna fall for a banana in the tailpipe.

This one was for my girl Jaime Reyes in New York. All-over 80's print speedo action. So hot right now.

For my man Chane Lokesta in Chicago. He likes them big body giiirrls!

Private screening.

Ever get the feeling you were being watched?

Shoe nerds wet dream.

The Captain is down with APB, has been since day one.

I gave Chad a kiss all the way from Hershey, Pennsylvania one time.

Rob Carlyon went back in time, rocking the 1991 steelo.

Can you name all of the dudes on the cover of the first APB video? If you can, you just might be O.G.

Kenneth on some slim-fast shit like 8 years ago.

Circa 2001, Chad and Darin Lee were editing the second APB video, lowercase. Me, Chane, Kenny, Chad, Darin, and Rob all lived in the same apartment building, a.k.a. The Dormitory directly across the street from the Makiki skatepark. Rob could actually watch people skate from his bedroom window. That was either really rad, or extremely lame, I don't remember.

Around that same time, these dudes took a trip to Maui to go shred. L to R we have a Pre-fight club Rob Carlyon, a ponytailed stickman Kenny Brimer, the now missing in action Neal Nagata, who many still consider to have been the raddest skater in APB history, an insanely jiggy and baggy videographer Chad Hiyakumoto, and an equally wiggery and youthful looking Colonel Kyle Collins.

The ultimate flashback. Peep the long hair, flipped up trucker, flannel, sweatpants, Vision Street Ghost, Swatch watch, ahhh...enough already. This was my senior in high school steez. A loooooong time ago.

But then again, you always have to be diggin' in the crates for the classics. 1994, New Deal Children Of The Sun video. Boys from the APB squad doin' big things back then! Haven't seen this? Get a late pass! Or just watch this YouTube shit right 'chea... Our man Rob with the opening part:

And then last but not least, the man, the myth, Cuzzo from Fitted Hawaii, Rene Matthyssen himself with the curtains.
That's last part if you're retarded:

Good to know your history if you weren't there to live it!

Back to the modern day grind. Kenneth shows his love for the man.

The Colonel waxes poetic at Taxis. Did anyone catch the last episode of Lost? Michael was lurking there in his flashback scene, it was supposed to be NYC, but whatevs. We know our fucking Taxis when we see it.

This piece of shit makes other pieces of shit more slidable and grindable.

Mark-ass-busta-ass-trick-ass-ho!

The most O.G. of O.G. spots on in the state. Respect due!

Big up Steve McGarrett. You ain't knowin'? Do your homework, youngin'!

My man was cold chillin'. I think he was like a few months late for the APB video premiere at Red Elephant, but oh well. His whole style screamed for a candid flick. I gladly obliged.

Dudes were dancing on curbs and shit.

Speaking of shit, Jerm has some in his hand and The Colonel is about to be rolling some.

Lineup.

More heads rolled up. We had a deep-ass crew by now.

Bonus video clip, why not? The Blaze gets mannyish on some no complizzy type shit.

Outta here. We split downtown and went over the river and through the woods to Chazz's house. He was showing off the new cock graphic, hella tight, blood.

Chuck was explaining some hi-tech movie shit, his film begins shooting any day now.

Zana had some wild animal selections for the feast.

I was feelin' crab style the most.

Chef regulators. You can't be any geek off the street, and you gotta be real handy with the steel if you know what I mean.

Bedpan/Colonel collabo snuggle moment.

Wyland was owning the vert wall.

Spidermanning it.

Hamming it.

I mean REALLY hamming it.

Stalefish tuck styling it.

Seanny, couch surfing it.

Makoto, every blunt in the booking it.

S.J., soft drinking it.

It was long and hard, (that's what she said) but the day was all-around killer.

The next time you see blog shit here, it will be on some Japanese type shit from Nihon land.

Until then, don't forget to check out the all-new and re-tooled DOWNWITHAPB.COM, we put up some new shit over there including Kaikea Kimura's team profile (finally) and the Girl Lunch Break Invitational contest video, where you can see my boy Jordan DeOliveira killing shit at his workplace, where he took first place in the Girl Skateboards employee skate contest.

Later, skater!

APB-sides part 3.

2008-03-01T23:23:00.004-10:00

Okay. I Almost have all the shitty unreleased team profiles out of the way. Brian's one actually wasn't that bad now that I read it again, but really, it was not that great. Jarold's- I was really just super lazy and banged it out half-ass (that's what she said) and it really shows I think. I'm pretty sure Jarold's was the worst. This latest one though is the last of the ones that I really don't like. This one was written for Danny Hamaguchi, and I think I was trying to be cute and make it so that Danny was on some Jeopardy-like quiz show champion genius shit, which is basically 100 percent not how he is in real life. I was trying to put him in a situation that one would never in a million years picture him and I got carried away. Fuck it. It's not very good, but Danny is beyond good on a skateboard, so I don't think it matters.

Danny got 2nd place at the 2007 Girl Open House contest and got props from the bossman Rick Howard.

This incredible photograph of Danny was taken by Atiba Jefferson and is featured in the newest issue of The Skateboard Mag. I wrote the caption for this frontside nosegrind at Pearl City Highlands, but after re-watching Danny's video part I realized that he 180'd out of this shit and I didn't write that he did. Well fuck, I'm writing it now. Frontside nosegrind frontside 180 out. Wow. That's gnarly.

Anyway, here's Danny's unseen profile:

Danny Hamaguchi:

The Korean kid and his two partners strolled into the park like they owned it. It had been a week since they came down and punked out Panda and that fake-ass Creampuff. These kids were young, but they were serious. They didn’t even skate good, in fact they flat-out sucked balls, but that didn’t matter much. They had the power now. Most of the smaller kids were openly terrified of them, however Danny hadn’t even flinched when they rolled by and ice grilled him with a look that would have sent the others scurrying over the bridge and into Chinatown. The three of them came to a stop right next to the bottom of the mellow quarter pipe where Danny sat splitting a fresh Dutch open. “Hey…you Danny??”, the small one that was even littler than Danny spoke first. “I heard you think you bad…”, he added, all the while standing over him while the other two hung back a bit, but still ready to go if need be. Danny barely looked up from his cigarillo surgery and waited a couple of beats before responding sarcastically with the trademark “Huuuuuuuh?” he was known throughout the local skateboard scene for. The answer was meant to be backhanded and annoying, and it hit the mark perfectly. Bullseye. The kid was really pissed now. “Stand up, you fucking wise-ass punk.” he was looking Danny right in the eye. Danny had played this very scenario out in his head for the past week straight, and it was unfolding exactly just how he had pictured it. He took his time getting up, and this seemed to push the kid’s buttons even harder. “Hurry up, you little faggot. You know what time it is…” the kid was really agitated now. Danny finally rose and stood to his full five foot two, and he and the kid were now nearly face to face. By this time everyone in the park had long stopped skating and a small crowd gathered on top of the plaza and some stood on the curved ledge for a better view. “You ready to do this, bitch?” the kid asked. Danny was a mere six inches from his face, and hadn’t blinked since he stood up. “Go for yours…” Danny icily responded. The tension in the park was thick, and the crowd collectively held their breath. Boom. The shit popped off. Hard. “Capital of Hungary.” the kid spat out. “Shiiiiit…Budapest, fool.” came the response, and with the quickness. “Nineteenth U.S. President.” the kid shot back. “Rutherford B. Hayes…come on, duke. You embarrassing yourself.” Danny retorted. The kid looked over at his two henchmen, who could do nothing but shrug. The kid fixed his glare back at Danny. “National currency of Zambia.” “Kwacha, motherfucker. This shit supposed to be challenging or something?” Danny cooly answered back. The park locals stood transfixed and frozen with amazement. “Pee Wee Reese’s batting average in 1954.” The crowd let out a collective groan. Danny hated sports, no way he was getting this one. “You serious? A baseball question? You gotta be kidding.” Danny responded. “What’s the matter, fuck face? I thought you were bad…” the kid just sounded like a little prick now. Danny feigned ignorance for a second and scratched his head several times. “Hmmmm…lemme see. Born Harold Henry Reese July 23rd, 1918 in Ekron, Kentucky. Batted right, threw right. Sixteen seasons with the Dodgers, lifetime .269 average, but that particular season batted, hmmmm…lemme throw out a wild guess, I dunno, how about we go with .309? How that sound?” Danny’s answer had the kid visibly shook now. The crowd was straight up stunned. Now the kid was beyond nervous. He had heard that Danny was sharp, but this was just fucking ridiculous. He looked over again at his two companions with a deer in headlights expression. It was clear that he didn’t expect this, but Danny obviously did. The kid’s mouth opened, but no words could come out. He stood there speechless for what seemed like an eternity, then finally shut his trap. “Goddamn” he thought to himself. “This little bastard knows his shit…”

TO BE CONTINUED…

APB-sides part 2.

2008-02-23T14:16:00.006-10:00

OK, last we left you I had just posted the long-lost profile of Brian Wyland and I stated that it was my least favorite of all of the seven unreleased team profiles that I had written. I was wrong. There are two more of them that I would rank ahead of Brian's in terms of how shitty I think they are. This latest one is Jarold Webb's unreleased profile. At the time it was written, we were involved in some heated dice rolling sessions going down at the old APB shop location on College Walk across from the skatepark. I mean there were some real crazy games of threes, craps, and every other kind of gambling that you can think of. To me, it looked like Jarold had the most serious problem, I mean the guy just couldn't walk away when he lost and he couldn't stop talking shit when he won. That's kind of how we all were, actually, but I thought that dude had it a bit worse than the rest of us and I thought it would be funny to incorporate this in into his team profile. Ha ha. It wasn't funny. Jarold has everything so easy, I mean the dude doesn't ever really have to try things on a skateboard, he just does them. Why should he get the awesome team profile too? I don't know if I consciouosly wrote it this bad to fuck with him or if I actually thought that this was good at the time. It had to be that I was fucking with him because this thing fucking sucks.

By the way, this action photo of Jarold was taken by Atiba Jefferson and it looks MUCH better in the new issue of The Skateboard Mag, (issue #49)in shops and newsstands now.

Hawaiian shit up in there! I wrote the intro and the captions, but Atiba killed it with the photos. YOU NEED this issue. Buy it. Buy two!

Okay.
Back to this retarded profile shit.
Here:

Jarold Webb:

He walked through the door to the office and saw three people in the waiting room. He scanned their faces one at a time to make sure that there was no one who recognized him. Middle-aged guy with the golf cap and the gut, negative. The geeky young bookworm that was furiously tapping on the PSP, no way. He quickly looked the last person over, an attractive and slender older woman who looked to be near his mom’s age and seriously smoking. Nope. He didn’t know any of these individuals and there was no way that they knew who he was. He had been extremely cautious on the way over as well. He didn’t need anybody knowing about this, this was the kind of shit that the less people knew about, the better. He walked up to the reception area and conjured up his most casual sounding speaking voice. “Jarold Webb. I have an appointment to meet with a counselor.” “Ah, Jarold. We’ve been expecting you. I just have a questionnaire for you to fill out first.” the lady behind the desk responded. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to him. “Just answer these twenty questions and return the paper to me when you’re done.” she instructed. She sounded like one of the den mothers that he used to hate back when he was a Boy Scout. That was a long time ago. Back in his younger days, when he was still pure and uncorrupted. He walked over to where the other three were waiting and found himself a chair. He sat down and began to look the paper over. As he perused the questions he was to answer, the nerdy kid next to him stopped playing with the PSP and gave Jarold’s leg a slight tap with his right hand. “Hey…don’t worry about it…you and me, we’re gonna get through this…” he said in a low voice that bordered on a whisper. Jarold looked up from the paper and gave the kid a weird look. “Do I know you?” he asked. “No, you don’t know me and I don’t know you, but if you’re here you must need help too.” the kid replied. “What makes you think I need help?” Jarold shot back. “Why else would you be sitting there with that questionnaire in your hand? You’re an addict, right?” the kid continued. “If you answer yes to seven or more of those questions, then you’re an addict.” he added. Jarold said “Hey, I ain’t no frickin’ addict, okay? I’m just curious to see what they’re all about down here.” “Okay, buddy…” the kid began. “Go ahead and read those questions. See how many you answer yes to. My guess is…you’re an addict.” “Shut up, dude. Get back to your frickin’ Harry Potter game or whatever nerd shit that is and leave me alone!” Jarold was starting to get annoyed with this kid. “Whoa. Serious denial…usually one of the first stages of addiction. You’re totally an addict, man.” The kid rambled on. “Shut the frick up, you dork! Get away from me, weirdo, and let me fill out the paper, jeez!” Jarold fired back at him. He was super mad now. Who was this little dweeb to call him an addict? He didn’t know him. Jarold had always been careful and was sure that his family and most of his straight and narrow friends had no idea about his problem, how could some egghead stranger he’d never met before peg him as an addict? He looked back down at the paper. There were twenty questions, and he carefully went over each one:

Did you ever lose time from work or school due to gambling?
Has gambling ever made your home life unhappy?
Did gambling affect your reputation?
Have you ever felt remorse after gambling?
Did you ever gamble to get money with which to pay debts or otherwise solve financial difficulties?
Did gambling cause a decrease in your ambition or efficiency?
After losing did you feel you must return as soon as possible and win back your losses? After a win did you have a strong urge to return and win more?
Did you often gamble until your last dollar was gone?
Did you ever borrow to finance your gambling?
Have you ever sold anything to finance gambling?
Were you reluctant to use "gambling money" for normal expenditures?
Did gambling make you careless of the welfare of yourself or your family?
Did you ever gamble longer than you had planned?
Have you ever gambled to escape worry or trouble?
Have you ever committed, or considered committing, an illegal act to finance gambling? Did gambling cause you to have difficulty in sleeping?
Do arguments, disappointments or frustrations create within you an urge to gamble?
Did you ever have an urge to celebrate any good fortune by a few hours of gambling? Have you ever considered self destruction or suicide as a result of your gambling?

Jarold took a deep breath and looked over at the kid again. Twenty questions and twenty answers yes. Shit. That nerdy little twat was right.

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Struggle DVD Release Party!

2008-02-19T22:33:00.064-10:00

Sunday night February 17th we decided to get a room at a karaoke joint and watch the new APB video THE STRUGGLE. The video just dropped a couple of days before, and this was a chance for a bunch of us old friends as well as some new ones to get together and watch the DVD and rock the microphone with some karaoke shit. There was a good mix of people and a good mix of party supplies. Basically, we fucking killed it! Were you there? If not, where the fuck were you? This was reminicent of the premiere of the first APB video Midnight Mariders, which was premiered in a karaoke room that held 50 people. About 75 people showed up that night and it was quite the event. This night was similar and the vibe was on some deja vu type shit for some of us. Chad handed out mad copies of The Struggle and everyone was beyond stoked. Check out a smorgasboard of photographic evidence right now:

The Colonel set it off with some rapping that was out of contrizzol!

Tim Jackson, down for some action.

This picture has a lot going for it. Silent John drinking, Timmy shredding, and Brian Wyland contemplating his next hit.

John is the meat in a genius sandwich.

Free Red Balls + this shit = fuckin' Jager bombs.

Jager bomb, jager bomb, jager bomb, jager bomb, jager bomb, jager bomb, jager bomb. You get it.

My man was feeling it.

Riding soooooo dirty.

Aaron Lee assembles himself a bomb.

Then throws a tantrum on television.

Even John was down to drop a bomb.

Johnny mixed the shit with his finger.

You haven't lived until you've seen John deliver Silent skate video commentary with a Jager bomb in his hand.

Tim Jackson commentary was pretty fucking good though.

Paparazzo perch.

Sean Payne is finally back in Hawaii after a lengthy 8 month Cali hiatus, and already hard at work mixing cocktails. Welcome home, Payneis!

Aaron Lee and Chris Kays, struggling.

Jarold and his little buddy Kaikea were struggling too.

Poetree cam in effect.

Eri, Courtney, Nelly, and Kenny. Four hotties right there!

Rob taught Kenny this one choke move and then took a picture of Kaikea receiving it.

Nelly also likes The Beatles, she killed it too.

Double fisted.

Bohemian Rhapsody is a must on the session.

Jarold tried to get John to belt one out, but SJ wasn't having it. Those are four fucking rippers in this picture, though.

Instead, Matt Chaffin was calling for the mic, so J. Webb let him have it.

Dude started killing it!

Little Danny just couldn't keep his composure while his boy destroyed the mic. It doesn't look like it but he's fucking cracking up hard.

Chris and Johnny however, were straight up delighted.

Pretty much everyone was feeling it.

Shredding.

Rippers.

Sniped.

Mr. and Mrs Hartsel alongside the fashionista police.

Me and some dudes.

Dribbling.

Have a snack.

Dope camera. Looks familiar.

Jarold and Kenny warming up.

Getting hotter.

Melting that shit.

Kenny was like "You can't fuck with this!".

I danced while Johnny flipped a serious bird.

Seriously, sometimes I get animated.

Dudes were lit.

Thanks for an excellent video, Chad.
Goodnight!

APB-sides.

2008-02-14T23:28:00.006-10:00

The loooooong awaited APB shop video "The Struggle" is FINALLY dropping this weekend on DVD, or , at least it's supposed to. That's the word from the people over there anyway.
EDIT: It's out! It came in today, Friday the 15th. Go fucking buy it!

In honor of this momentus occasion, I'm unveiling some old unreleased shit that I've been sitting on forever. Yeah, this stuff is all previously unseen and has been on ice in the archives collecting dust for about two years. It features the entire APB team (except for Kaikea Kimura, he wasn't officially part of it yet) and it's stuff that has never been shared with anyone before. Secret hidden footage? Hardly. I wish that's what it was. People would actually care about that. No, sadly this is some shit that I wrote for DOWNITHAPB.COM when it was time to do team updates in early 2006. Did you know that I write the majority of that bullshit over there? The news, team profiles, video descriptions, pretty much everything except the new product stuff. Chad writes that. Can you tell the difference? A lot of people can't, and everyone says that we have similar writing styles. PSYCHE! He wishes. Also, did you know that DOWNWITHAPB.COM is my baby? Well, it was more spawned from Chad's figurative seedling, but at the very least I got to name the child. What's the point? The point is this shit is now finally ready for the public to enjoy. Or fucking hate. Either is perfectly acceptable! The first team profile is in my opinion, and this is really hard (that's what she said) for me to say, the biggest piece of shit I came up with out of the seven (you might disagree when you read the rest). I really do like this one the least, but it is all about one of my favorite dudes no homo no homo no homo ,my little brody Brian Wyland.

Brian Wyland:

In 2004, after winning his fourth straight AVN award for Best Male Performer, Brian found himself on top of the porn world. Again. Sure, it was fun. The extravagant hotel suites , private jets, cocaine buffets and farm animals were his personal favorites. Life had been good to him since he quit school. Too good. He drove a customized platinum stretch Bentley shaggin’ wagon that sat on thirty-two inch chrome spinners. When he wasn’t busy touring the world and boning for a living, Brian resided in the plushest big baller oceanfront North Shore surf mansion from Himalayas to V-land. 2005 saw the release of the wildly popular Arizona Cann replica cock and balls pro model dildo, now the number one selling sex toy in the world by far, and Brian had an eager, willing and faithful harem of the planet’s finest multi-ethnic betties that numbered in the thousands.
Sure, he had been with hundreds upon hundreds of women all across the globe as a result of traveling to numerous countries with his uncle, a world-renowned artist, but that was simply practice. And his practice had paid off. Handsomely. Pussy, big houses and pimped out rides, although a huge part of his life, were not the only things that occupied his time. Brian loved music, and he had his very own professional quality recording studio in his basement . In it, he had dozens of guitars of every shape and brand, a floor to ceiling wall of Marshall stacks, a full complement of brass and wind instruments in their very own orchestra pit, a huge diamond encrusted and bedazzled Steinway piano that once belonged to Liberace, and his favorite of all, a one hundred piece drum set formerly owned by Neal Peart complete with three gongs and a dozen different cowbells. There was no material object that he could not possess, and no human being that he could not buy. He had even recently purchased Erik Ellington for fifty million dollars in cash and kept him in a guest house out back and had “The Mule” perform big spins for him every day down the simulated double set on the intricate street plaza that was built on his massive estate. However, as gratifying and sensational as these assets were, Brian quickly grew tired of the trappings that his fame afforded him, and secretly yearned for something else. Something different. Something urban and street. Something that would make the homies say ho and the girlies want to scream. Brian decided he would quit the adult film industry and pursue his dream, starting his own modern day and updated version of his beloved Wu-Tang Clan. Much like the original, they’d form like Voltron, only this time Brian would be the head, the sharpest motherfucker in the whole shit.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Video sheeeeeeit.

2008-02-08T15:11:00.000-10:00

These clips wouldn't cooperate last time I tried to post them, so here they are in all of their unbridled glory.

My board almost went for a dip in Honolulu Harbor.

It looks like this when you don't eat shit.

This manual got Kenneth a pat on the back.

Kyle did a little hop skip and jump.

Jamie knows the secret of this shit is HEEL, TOE.

Kenny can't get enough of this place.

He likes to show off his funny little tricks.

But this was his amazing feat of the day.

Happy Birthday, Chuckles!

2008-02-03T22:54:00.000-10:00

Saturday was Groundhog's Day.
It was also my boy Chuck's birthday!
First of all, I just want to say that me and Chuck share a very special bond.
Our relationship is so deep that they made a Hollywood movie about it, maybe you even saw it.

Yeah, me and Charlie!
No, but seriously, when I think of Chuck, I think about this picture I took of him in Japan a few years ago after he climbed this ridiculous Ultraman statue on a busted ankle.

THAT'S the type of shit he's always been on, determined like a muthafucka!
Anyway, these days this dude is on some Hollywood director type of shit for his next movie project, so he got himself a warehouse for editing purposes and whatever other power moves he feels like making.
Oh yeah, and he felt like building a ramp and then having a party.

Nobody's snaking this dude today.

Lineup.

Nut Bag went higher than anyone else on the vert wall.

Jarold was fucking dipped on these backside Smithers.

Chad Hiyakumoto, 808 Skate team alumnus.

Ch-ch-ch-uck ch-ch-chink.

Industry darkman Mark Oblow launches up to the vert wall.

If you didn't know, Mark is a Hawaiian ledge pretty much. That's short for legend.
The guy rode for fucking Vision back in the day! That was kind of a big deal. After that, homie moved to Cali and started making serious power moves. Started some pretty sick companies like Color, Prime, and Vita among others. Shit, sponsored am, company runner, team manager, photographer, the dude has always been on some serious heavy hitter bigwig type of shit! Nowadays he's the team manager for Analog clothing and ripping harder than ever. Peep out his shit sometime: http://www.markoblow.com/

Chillin'.

Crowd pleaser Mako Ozaki.

Chuck flexing the serious soccer skills.

Blazer with Al Tod, the Abe Froman of the Hawaiian tint game.

Kickflip on the vert wall?

HUUUUUGE frontside launch to wallride? Shit like this is cake when you've been skating since you could walk. Chris Kays literally has.

Did I just say cake?

Yo, Takeru...Otanjoobi omedeto gozaimasu!

Meanwhile, Bedpan-cam was in full effect.

He filmed the birthday boy getting crookie with it.

But I must say that Sean was wearing the raddest shirt. Big Daddy Kane is one of my top five rappers of all time, and this is quite a tasteful photo, don't you think?

This however, is revolting, disgusting, and downright offensive.

Hartsel has a nice backside Smith in his bag.

But Jarold's are champ status, and worthy of another look.

Johnny warmed up an ollie to fakie on the vert wall,

Then took matters into his own hands with this ender-ender.

It's a wrap. Happy birthday, Chuck!

My favorite photo of the day gets the curtains. The Colonel and The Blazer pose with Famous Anus...I mean Famous Amos.

Every day is Sunday, my friend...

2008-01-28T22:51:00.000-10:00

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!

Kapolei Krew

2008-01-21T08:18:00.001-10:00

A few weekend warriors head out to Kapolei well, every weekend. Bo is usually there with us. We hope to see him back ripping shortly. On this day we skated for Bo.

Bruiser. A new type of Madonna.

A classic Madonna.

Masa is from Japan and comes to Hawaii like 10 times a year. Layback.

Wade Brusin a tailslide.

Fingerflip lein to tail.

Davis with a sweeper.

Wade M. Keyhole grind.

Bruiser backside air.

Grant carve grind.

Frontside air.

Inverted.

Classic G-Dog style.

Island Mike rips.

This might look like a frontside air, but it's actually mid boneless.

Island rock.

Laidback.