POST SNOW GLOBE



The back half of my LA trip I spent with some more bros.   I was still picking bean bag stuffing out of my hair the next day when i tagged along with Jerry, Kevin, Brandon, and Jon.  Brothers had to handle that work in the streets.   
  We went the spot below.  The spot was a pretty fresh up across and over rail.  


               


This right here is Brandon Westgate.  He's on fire.  I used ride around with 5boro and take pictures of them and at the time Brandon was their young prodigy flow trash scum with a high voice who they would torture and teach GG Allin lyrics to.  It payed off.   He boardslid up across and cleared the cross bar at the end of the rail.  We were clapping it up for homeslice.

 

This is after yet another night of me applying zero game to the women of LA.  The plus side of that failure was that i was with good people.
Camille was there making sure we ate our pizza pies after we emptied out of the bars.

                   
Kevin was on some Weekend At Bernies shit.                              Ako was keeping the dudes hydrated.
                                                   
Ako was also steadily keeping our moral up by playing recordings of motivational speaches. 




Kevin's interior decorator was non existant.

Soon after this I was the guy with the spins who would wake up as his plane was taking off.




Trust.