As my skate skills disintegrate to oblivion, there still a couple of people (Big Philly Style and Dustin My Shoes) that still have it.
A buttery ass nose slide.
A buttery ass kickflip.
A buttery ass krooked grind.
A buttery ass ollie.
Later on my way to dinner, I crossed my way to the other side of the tracks and stopped by the Atlas photography show (well, I guess you can call 9 photos a photography show) that showcased the making of Mindfield.
I guess that means on both sides of the rainbow, there is a pot of gold. I could sure use the money right about now.
