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i went to nyc because i had to do some work up there on friday. it turned out i didn't even do my job nor get paid so that really was responsible and cool. but, i warmed up on thursday night with the girl i got larry from off of raleigh's craigslist, catherine. catherine is probably the most awesome person in the world, and a complete trainwreck after she's been drinking. i mean, she gets more rad than any of my guy friends, and she is the mother of larry. and, she posts me up every time i go to nyc if my homies are out of town, and her roommates got so bummed that i brought the dirty business crew over...and i bled all over her roommate's pillow, and my feet stank, i smoked in the house, brought larry, etc.
i even have a birth certificate for larry with both of our names on it, so its pretty offish. anyhow, we crept around manhattan and went to some ill hip hop club (libation) across from the fish. it was so good. i realized i know more nyc hip-hop than any skinny white kid from the midwest...probably in the whole world (possibly?). i bet drinks with some guys that i'd know the name and artist of each song that came on and hit 5 in a row, missed one, then didn't miss again the whole night. their tab was $116 when it was said and done. i saw tracy morgan's skinnier, more stylish doppleganger. that was really neat. had a good night. saw some bros/fellow wild riders out and about. it was a good, easy night.
the next day i woke up early and pushed around the city with larry. then we went back to sayreville, nj for the shop signing. i totally missed that because traffic was terrible. it took me 3 hours to go 31 miles. i was ready to club a baby seal, but, i'm a pacifist. larry was a boss about it. he just lamped in the ride as usual. since i have no pics of the signing, here's larry looking like an angel with a glowing aura:
the demo was bananas. jamie tawcony is a beast. he did the craziest nollie big heel i've ever seen...probably 3 feet above the coping. braydon's bro, tyler, stood on a blunt fs flip out on the same thing, but couldn't pull it out. everyone surprisingly ripped for being the last stop after a grueling trip.
after that, we headed to chris niekrato's house for a bbq. chris is one of the owners of nj skateshop and gave us some of the best hospitality of the trip. EVERYTHING was on hand at the bbq--the party was totally catered by some company with an ambulance, free beer, treats, etc...oh, and, the niekerato's picked up the tab. WOW! he is a totally awesome person to boot. so, big thanks to chris and his wife for everything. if you guys are ever down this way, please look me up.
the niekerato's had an epic party room complete with vintage decks, darts, tunes, a pool table, and skee-ball. skee-ball is probably the best thing in the world one could place in their home, aside from one of those bubble hockey games. if anyone knows where i can get one of those bubble hockey games (not air hockey, son!) that's generally usa vs. ussr, please, please let me know. i've searched the world/ebay/craigslist over.
aside from that, this is peter hackett:
i haven't used the lord's name in vain in years, but i almost did when i saw how this pic turned out...i don't think it would've been a sin either way.
from what i've heard, peter rips. he arguably rips harder off the board, and the kid is like 14. he's a G, for sure. but what people don't know about him, he's also a polite young lad and was larry's honorary uncle for the trip. best of luck, peter. you're welcome down here in raleigh anytime. hit me up.
next up, wild in the streets.