Kill the Engine

I know what you're thinking.

Damn. Dude buys up boards like they were rootbeer barrels, but when I need a drink he's low on funds. What an asshole.

A foray into commercial art. Now I need to figure out how to get them on the walls.

Just Drink Some Water

Shelley says she likes my wrinkles.

 

First batch, coming in already.

PELOTON.

DAMN. So many friends in this!

Shot at Landon's during SxSW, with appearances by all the greats- Dennis, Halston, Jerron, Landon, Mark, Travis, Jordan, Vanessa and a shit ton more. Yours truly may have even got caught munching...

Too. Fucking. Cool. Thanks for the share, Dubbs.

TURN IT UP AND SOAK IT IN. TASTES LIKE BLOOD. SMELLS LIKE SIN.

Escape From Death

Did some drinking. Swimming. Spirit-animaling. Rode everywhere. Had some tacos and cheeled hard with friends I don't get to see as often as I'd like to. Got a new nickname from Dennis, came up on too much merch, watched Strubing rip the ramp to shit and forced adrenaline surges with the assistance of Matt Pike, Black Breath, Darkest Hour and the almighty Torche.

Mark got a zombie eye from an accidental gouging. Landon caught an elbow and grew a forehead knot. I got a fair amount of complete-and-total stranger blood on me.

SxSW tends to deliver.

A Little Wax

Shelley: (Recognizing the Sabbath tune) Hey Kev, have you watched that video recently?
Me: I watch this video every fucking week. Because it is just too good. 


Absolute. And. Utter. Embodiment. Of. Style. And. Cool. Take. With. A. Glass. Of. Water. Twice. Daily.

You're Good. You're Good. You're Good.

"Don't worry, Cap'n. We'll buff out those scratches later."

In My City

The only concept of heaven that I believe I will ever need.

An abandoned-ass home close to the diamond. Wish I had the balls to make a pump-rental happen. 'Cause the Z-Boys changed shit, but they are still just people. We could do it too.

 These people were paddling in the bayou- blindfolded. Shelley's hypothesis: trust-building exercise.


 

The town of Houston. Love it.

Smoke-a-Loc creeping on the steed. Ever since I stopped petting her so much (she has fleas) she has taken to slicing my tires.

Came up on a belt-buckle. Welcome to flavor country, bitch.