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

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Words & photos by: Brooks Fritz

Have you ever been to the center of the Earth? If you have it’s an experience you will never forget. It was about a month ago I got a call from my friend Davey Rockit saying he was driving out to Arizona to meet up with Cobra Kyle, Sizar and Bakersfield Ben. Davey was driving out there solo since nobody around here really likes to leave their comfort bubble of San Diego and asked if I would like to join him for a super happy fun time skateboarding weekend adventure. I told him I could go but I had to be back by Monday morning before 5 AM for daddy day care duty. He was cool with it and the journey to the center of the earth was on…

Davey picked me up around 11 on Friday and we were out. Look at that driving stance. He does not mess around.

Road to nowhere.

Or everywhere.

Depends on how you look at it. Damn I should be a poet.

The mud butt mobile: After being on the road for a while we started to get hungry. Davey being the world biggest consumer of different foods spotted this guy on the side of the road. At the time It sounded really  good and boy it sure tasted good. But I would avoid these things at all costs. Davey and I had the worst shits after eating off of this diarrhea device on wheels. Seriously I shit 7 times before 10 Am the next day after eating this crap… Maybe it’s too much information for you but you know when you cant wipe anymore because it feels like you have road rash on your bunghole? Yeah it was like that.

Homeboy already knew what we were in for.

After the mud butt mobile we were back on the road and made it to Arizona by the late afternoon. Here’s the Cobra Commander. Being the nice guy he is he greeted us with a couple of frosty beverages and a some moon cabbage. Then it was time to go skate some backyard pits.

” Hey we should be on the roof of the car looking for pools just like in that movie Dogtown “

It’s always fun jumping fences into strangers backyards…

A lot better then mud butt and a lot better then your hometown excuse for a skatepark.

“You do it like this”

This is what it would look like If you were one of those nosey neighbor types peeking through the fence wondering whats all that noise going on. Here’s Cobra grinding the hip where you cant even drop in.

Angle number two.

Peek a boo! Now I see you!

After skating the amoeba for a while we were running out of day light. So we headed to another pool for a quick session.

Capsule is clean. This thing is wide open.

Bakersfield Ben’s ballistic backside box grind in front of the broski’s. All we needed was some brewski’s and then it would of been Ben’s ballistic backside box grind in front of broski’s with brewskis…

Sizar grab grinds some slab coping while I try to get all National Geographic.

I should of shot a sequence instead. Sizar drifted a good 8 ft on this no justice frontside air photo and the session was over.

Everyone was thirsty after skating the pools so we decided to hit up a couple of horrible bars and call it a night. Here’s Cobra commander hydrating the troops before nappy time.

Now you are probably wondering where the center of the earth part of this story is? Don’t worry it’s coming. Stay tuned for part two next week and have a good weekend. Maybe you will leave your comfort bubble. I did and it felt grrrrrrreat.  -Brooks