monday at 11am for sars noon public release here.
Monthly Archive for June, 2011
just a day of non stop fartbombs and painting and woodworkin’
Which is really day two of painting. Justin and I keep up appearances with our old flower lady room by beach combing for the second day in a row. We butt heads down at the beach with our competion. Two real old ladies scouring the beach for gems. We get into the space kinda early and truck all day on this. Skinner is going to town, covering one whole massive wall, with drippy lava boobs and giant heads. Martin is catching is stride. He steals the scissor lift for almost the whole day. Scrappers is working on his gigantic wooden fish. Everything is big here, like in texas. We work again with our new friend Cody until about 12am. More fart storms.
We hit up a swap meet with not much luck for bikes. Drive a small pile over to bellflower and check out a joyous chromoley wet dream at the vintage bmx show. Saw whitebear jerseys and a 20″ frame and fork set. Still no luck actually getting a bike. We head to Hurley and get crackin’ about 11am. After another mini tour we are finally putting paint on the wall. Me and Scrappers make some killer first day progress. Eat some food and then scrappers and I take a little skate break. Then Scrappers breaks his finger getting out of the wooden bowl. His finger looks like an f’ing corkscrew so we make like birds and fly off to the hospital. When the nurse asks what Scrappers pain threshhold is from a 1-10, he says he’s trying to ignore the pain. We wait for a longtime to get seen by the doctor and find out then they wrote down a 0 for pain. After a long visit to the hospital we are back on the walls til about 12am. More fartstorm, and then some sleep.
martin ontiveros, skinner davis, Justin scrappers morrison, and myself begin our journey. We go to Hurley and check out the space. The walls are super high, the space is massive and the volcano almost as giant. Highlights include. martin and skindog get boogie boards. Scrappers gets us all friendship bracelets, we take a chili dip in the sea. Peeple that run the Huntington Surf Inn are a little bit silly and awesome. ME and scrappers get the Jute rug old lady flower room and skindog n martin get the Jimi hendrix room. We retire back to our hotel and the fart storm begins.
