we went to the spot known as 'ghetto ledge.' pretty bummed that i left my board at home by mistake; i just fooled around on rob's zip-zinger and took some pictures. all of these were taken around five o'clock, at the peak of golden hour. i tried to compensate for the intense light while developing, but they still came out pretty contrasty; either way i like them.
there's pieces of glass all over this place, they've got a crate tied to a tree for the kids to shoot broken beer bottles into, like basketball. while doing this backside five-o jazz slipped and cut himself.
chris was throwin down this noseblunt while baby afro-ninja hell's angel fixed up his bike in the background. him and all his friends kept saying that us skateboarders"had no balls" because we couldn't do wheelies like them.
ryan and his young biker friend double team the spot; both can be seen here raisin' some hell.
it's backwards
this is my favorite photo from the roll; tatum was fooling around on this wall, trying to drop in on it, and i told him to bust out a wallie. here's the result; that buick in the background is chris's and the corner store on the other side of the street is where joey and i bought ice for our beer. after we left we went to a walgreens so that jazz could get peroxide for his cut, then we ate somewhere, probably wendy's, and skated the hollywood free park until it closed.
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