Photo goon: Brooks Fritz

Decided to get out of Oceanside for a few days to visit my friend Brendan but didn’t feel like driving. Especially didn’t feel like sitting in Friday afternoon LA traffic. So I took the train. If you don’t know the  Metrolink is the shit. Oceanside to Central Station in Los Angeles  cost $10.25. You cant beat that. $20.50 for a round trip. I would of spent more then double that if I drove the Exploader. (that’s my car, a 1994 Ford Explorer that is ready to blow up. It already blew up once and lately I’ve been noticing it’s ready for more. But, yeah the train is rad…

Safety First

San Clemente’s Nuclear Power Plant. We used to call them the Dolly Parton’s growing up.

Lower Trestles.

San Clemente Pier

Pretty much had the train to myself. Until….

This guy. Oh man, I cant stand this guy. No one else really on the train and then here comes this guy. He decided to sit next to me on the Phone for over an hour flapping aimlessly to get the time to go by. It drives me crazy. Your in public! It’s so annoying, you cant help but listen to his worthless conversation. Especially since I don’t own one of those Ipod things or a phone that plays everything known to man. I was stoked when his stop was up in Fullerton. Finally some peace and quite.

Angels Stadium

If I was a fan it would be for Padres not these guys…

Where’s Waldo? I mean Pedro.

Graffiti everywhere. If I was to do this I’d draw a 20 ft dick. Wait, that would be Dickville, aka Peecocko….

Made it to Central station. Brendan picked me up.  We drank a couple beers at his house got motafaded and decided to hit the local skateparks.

uh huh.

Damn. I was really looking forward to doing some sweet X up’s or tailwhips on my GT Mach One…

Park had a pretty fun amoeba. Too bad we showed up at the perfect time of the day when the sun blinds you and scares the shit out of you. Or maybe that’s just me.

Nothing amazing but at the same time really fun.

Brendan with a feeble grind on the slappy curb that isn’t too easy to slappy.

Before we left I had to get a photo of Jah faken ledges! Off to the next park. Locals hooked me up with a hot tamale off the roach coach.  Yummy!

The next park we hit wasn’t so good. Or maybe my buzz was wearing off.

Nah, it wasn’t the buzz wearing off. The place was just a buzz kill. Not really but just not that great. But all the same fun. I can have fun skating anything. But I can bitch and moan with the best of them about how it could be oh so better.

front side grind all the time

Charles Manson power slashin

Brendan’s neighborhood has some cool looking trees. Or maybe that’s just the mushrooms kicking in.

So after skating a couple parks we went back to Brendan’s house and ended up walking down the street to his local watering hole.

Brendan has a posse.

Our new best friend!

Pretty much ended the night kind of seeing like this. Made it back to Brendan’s just in time for the diverticulitis to kick in and that was that. Caught the train home in the morning and had mud butt the whole way home. People were laughing at me going into the restroom for the 5th time… Catch the train. Go ride some shitty parks and have a really fun time.  Have a good week. -Brooks

Tags: amtrak, Angels stadium, brendan has a posse, brendan klein, feebles, fs ollies, garvanza skate park, go skateboarding every day, graffiti, LA skateparks, lower trestles, metrolink, mud butt, south pasadena skatepark, tamlaes

This weekend spend your Father’s day with a bunch of border line retarded geniuses jocking out to raise money for the park.

Oh yeah and it’s that one day where it’s cool to skateboard.

PHOTOS: BROOKS FRITZ

No fairy tale story this week. Just some more random photos to complain about. Like I said last week I have way too many negatives to scan. And I have kinda been procrastinating after last week when I scanned in 9 rolls or so and forgot to save them because my friend Scotty came over and was distracting me about going to the store to get beers. Next thing I know I forget to save the scans to a folder. Ooops. He didn’t realize when I have the purple gloves on and blasting my Insane Corn Biscuit mix tape I mean business.

Oh how cute! look at the pretty flowers. Maybe I should go put on the Morrissey and cry for a while.

Ryan Harris back tailed over the door way at Killer Whale Island skate park right before the rain started so  could leave and go fishing with my Boohyah double bladed buzz. Whoo weee!

Brandon Frontside invert on the big wall at that one park where the locals are mean and scary.

The dogs couldn’t even stop him.

The road trip essential.

Vato loco David Rockito

What’s your name again? Backside smith grind.

crazy footed backside ollie over  the seat.

You never know what might happened down there under the bridge. Have a good week. A road trip is much needed. For everyone.

Tags: 120 film, ass, brandon, Davey Rockit, randoms, Ryan Harris, wsvt, wu weller

PHOTO GOON: BROOKS FRITZ

I literally have +40 rolls of medium format film that needs to be scanned. Let alone the 30+ rolls of 35mm. Pretty much I’m a dumb ass. I love shooting film, especially 120 but it gets exspensive and I don’t own a scanner. So I have just been building up this stock pile of film. Pretty stupid right? It is. But at the same time it’s not. So the other day I figured it out and borrowed my dad’s flatbed scanner that has a mount for scanning film. And now what? I’m finding photo’s I completely forgot about. And that for me was one of the main reason to start taking photos. Photos only get better with age. And sometimes what you think might be garbage actually becomes a priceless possession. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not putting down digital. I’m just saying there is something really special about being able to hold and feel film.. And if you don’t know what that’s  like because you only know compact flash cards then I recommend a disposable camera. Or a Holga. You cant imagine how much fun the basics are. Or maybe you do and all I am doing is flapping.

Ryan Harris, Stale fish over the love seat. Not off of it. Where? At Washington Street. San Diego, California. Oh my god! Am I blowing out the scene?

David Presley, Wall ride to yanker, Valley Center. San Diego, California.

Angle two. Im so rich I have cameras set up everywhere!

Stupid animals. Why cant they all go extinct all ready. I mean they are totally like taking up room and stuff.

G-Rat, wall ride to fakie, Valley Center. San Diego, California

Hey Joto! Your popsicle’s melting! Jamie Weller tail slides in a pool at the Salton Sea. Rumors are this thing will be buried at the end of the year. Go get it….

My dog Ollie. Way cooler then Meaty. All that dog has done is bring me a crowd of lame kids. Guess what? No she doesn’t skateboard.

You cant try to make this shit up. It just happens.

King of the Jungle

The New Dudes of Concussion Magazine.

Willis Kimmel, Crail slides in a blown out permission pool on Mt. Helix, San Diego California.

This is me and my daughter Brooklyn. Yup, I jumped on the bandwagon and made a wizard stick. It’s actually quite fun. Look how proud she is of her pile of a father and his drinking.

Have a good week. Make a wizard stick. Shoot film. Go skate. Go fish. Go to bed.