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.