Me and Jeff.
Been all up and down the East Coast with this kid over the years, and no trip to NYC would ever be complete without a Wizard Juice sighting. Somehow me and Mike talked him into one more beer. I was stoked to kick it with the kid, Deejay Kinetic. Homeboy's been killing it on the turntables since long before you ever heard of Kanye West, real talk. Dude's all about dedication to the craft, and as an infrequent blogger I can definitely look up to that.
Me and Mike.G-E-T-L-I-V-E! Hanging out with Mike is cool because somehow we always manage to turn the mundane into the epic. Unfuckwithable. Been knowin' Mike in MA, loosely in VT, and then I moved to New York City (years after him) and eventually we were neighbors (like, around the corner neighbors, I'm not talking about different boroughs).
Mike and Jeff.
When we were all hanging out at a bar in Park Slope swapping stories and stuff, my friend Lindsey goes, "Funbags, do you just collect crazies?"
Yep.
The (New) Old Highway.I've skated Newburyport and the surrounding area for years. I remember March's Hill Park. I remember the Rupert Knock halfpipe. I skated the Blue Ramp at Cashman, Hampton, Salisbury and of course the Old Highway. But you know what? I never took the initiative to build my own spot like the younger skaters are doing nowadays. And I never ripped like them...
Brad and Porter.
Known the dude for around twenty years. Known the dog for around four (his whole life). Did this one portrait style on the last night of my trip. Porter knows his name. Brad knows his game.
My Parents.
They are one in a million. I think I kind of caught 'em off guard when I busted out my camera and took this photo, but I like it. Probably caught them off guard in much more distressing scenarios in the past, too.
