Tuesday, January 20, 2009

the uppers aren't nessacary. the guilt is a coal.

i know, i know. its another clip of some dude i cant stop talking about. "yup, Will made another post about some gonz/ricky oyola rip-off, man, he's a real whoreface."

mike anderson i think is the sickest am in the game right now, him or grant taylor. my favorite tricks are the bs 5050 bs 180 on the fence, the boardslide to fakie on the ledge with the gaps of both ends, and the fs180 fakie5050 half cab out on the hubba, crazy shit. with one of the wildest, coolest styles ever, like he's a that cool kid on campus thats on the finge and eats alot of shrooms and is dating the football coaches daughter, much to his disatisfaction. his style scream out to me, like he's mackin' on his girl after class, and the coach catches him, "Anderson, step away from my little girl or drop and give me fifty!"

mike replies, "no way man! you'll never get me!" then he skates to his getaway, but not before a wild goose chase through school insues involving the coach, the principle, and the mean janitor. the chase would include a wicked guitar solo and many acid-drops, climaxing with a mean mute grab onto the hood of the priciples car, then skitching a ride behind his bros old rusty nova, weed smoke and punk rock drifting from the windows.
"I'LL GET YOU ANDERSON! YOU GOOD FOR NUTHIN SKATE RAT!" the coach yells...

aw, the good ol' day, that i never lived.



-will

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