Donations are sweet. We will be having high highest hop over the drive way, long jump, highest air, longest icepick grind, most grind combos, best line,and the Sick Guy Prize of the day. We are working on hook ups now so get stoked and spread the word!
This is the second part for the out for justice jam Called HARD TO KILL, here is a glance at my last jam the ever so risky OUT FOR JUSTICE JAM AT FDR!
All proceeds go to Mike Tag and Clinton Bobo RIP.@Havertown Skatepark due to the way the course is set up to move stuff around for longest grinds, highest over the pyramid,ect.Lets do this for a good cause.I will be getting sponsors ASAP and will be aiming for a 9-3-11 Jam. So any companies interested in BBQ,Bikes, Good Times for a good cause and More fun than Banging a one legged chick get to Haverscrap, I mean the updated Havertown Skatepark for this end of the sumer get together.
Here are more old photos I found on m hard drive for a laugh so get pumped on being stoked?
Me, Adam Schnellenbach Grinding My Old High School's Handrail
Icepick at Havertown Skatepark Photo By Angela Schettler
Downtown Randy Brown Lookback, Not 179
Mike Scrap aka Mike The Rookie, Aka Mike Vanderslice, Smith Grind in Chester, true story Mike and I found this spot in 2001.
Ray Reynolds was a sick guy, Im not sure if he is still riding after some long term knee problems, he was a bad ass.
Mike The Rookie destroying a backwards rail at Swarthmore Hood Campus
James Bencrosky with King Diamond Schnellenbach?
Paul Horan Opposite Rail Hop In One Of The Most Dangerous Blocks in Chester City, We had a police escort when this was done. Shit is serious.
James Bencrowsky, one of the most best riders from Ridley you probably never heard of with more skill than anymore and rad style to boot. I wish he would ride his 20" more. Knee injuries suck.
Mark Avelino is Donato's cousin and will do any handrail he wants. Sick guy.
Tom White pre Animal Days Low Key Chester Rail Spot.
Geoff Slattery, This is An Invert, Not United Yet!
S&M's Randy Brown not 179
Bort life.
The world needs less Homer Simpsons and more money for public schools.
What the fuck you know about what I need on my mind, motherfucker? My name was on the street? When we bounce from this shit here, y'all going to go down on them corners and let the people know: Word did not get back to me. Let them know Marlo step to any motherfucker -- Omar, Barksdale, whoever. My name is my name!
I listen to the shit she talks about, first time in my life I feel like a fucking doormat. Like anyone with any smarts would do something else with his life, you know, earn money or get elected. Like I'm just a breathing machine for my fucking dick.
"If I would've missed it would've been a long night.:
t's been 37 years since James died on St. Patrick's Day in 1964
But she could not hold it against him
There were times when there was nothing she could do
But lie in bed all day beside a picture of them together
A picture of better days
And just like James, I'll be drinking Irish tonight
and the memory of his last work week will be gone forever
Evelyn I'm not coming home tonight!
If we're never together
If I'm never back again
Well I swear to God that I'll love you forever
Evelyn I'm not coming home tonight!
In all the years that went by she said
She'd always love him
and from the day that he died
She never loved again Jeff from
Nachtnystium and myself a few joints in an a bottle of whiskey.
N o t h i n g
H u r t s
M o r e
T h a n
B e i n g
B o r n
Xenia, Ohio. Xenia, Ohio. A few years ago, a tornado hit this place. It killed the people, left and right. Dogs died. Cats died. Houses were split open, and you could see necklaces hanging from branches of trees. People's legs and neck bones were sticking out. Oliver found a leg on his roof. A lot of people's fathers died, and were killed by the great tornado. I saw a girl fly through the sky, and I looked up her skirt. Her skull was smashed. And some kids died. My neighbor was killed in that house. He used to ride bikes and three-wheelers. They never found his head. I always thought that was funny. People died in Xenia. Before dad died, he had a bad case of the diabetes.
Without wood, there'd be no America. No ships to bring the pilgrims across the ocean. No log cabins, no schoolhouses, no churches, no covered wagons, no railroad ties, no cigar store Indians, no nothin'
Life is beautiful. Really, it is. Full of beauty and illusions. Life is great. Without it, you'd be dead.
Vagrancy wasn't it? That's gonna look real good on his grave stone in Arlington: Here lies John Rambo, winner of the Congressional Medal of Honor, survivor of countless incursions behind enemy lines. Killed for vagrancy in Jerkwater, USA.
Keeping it wolf at
Dudefest in Indiana.
I toke everyday, I loceveryday. With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre
Jeff and
I twisted. All my life your true enemies.
Don't kill the bitch. It's a house cat.
[the cat runs off]
Tummler: It's a lesbian cat. You can tell.
Solomon: Looks like my mom. 5 star hotel life in the Meth Belt known as Indiana
The First Rule Of Project Mayhem Is You Do Not As Questions.
Two Sara's but one spelt Sarah with me out side of the Budget Inn Meth Lab getting ready to thrash Dudefest to the floor!
Me wasted in Pittsburgh, Mad Dog 20/20 and Camo Black Ice, Sorry Sara.
You told me that you want to die.
I said I've been there myself more than a few times.
And I go back every once in a while.
You called me lucky, you...
You called me lucky.
You said tonight is a wonderful night to die.
I asked you could tell, you told me to look at the sky.
Look at all those stars, look at how goddamn ugly the stars are.
It's one or another.
Between a rope and a bottle.
I can tell you're having trouble breathing,
'Cause you'll never be o.k. (you'll never be o.k.)
You'll always be in pain.
You'll always feel this way.
'Cause things they never work out right (the wrong way, the lonely way).
You'll always be in pain.
You told me that the daylight burns you
And that the sunrise was enough to kill you.
I said maybe you're a vampire.
You said it's quite possible, I feel truly dead inside.
ake a ride out of the city not yet on empty singing to myself like i've done so many times cause you're not around to ride with me i'll ride the ride anyway you're not around at all and i feel sick wide awake heaven's sake i'm sunk and breaking up this time who's signing off who's had enough this time you're done and we're breaking up so don't think trust is flowing easy now is when to question the questions when i used to trust you like i trust myself and what is trust when it's not sacred and so what will you say when it's time to cut me loose from your new life don't say you lost the feeling i'll bring it.
L
ooking back in time
Through verses set in nursery rhyme
At oil painted eyes
Of muses left behind
I swear I know not why
Those eyes have always left me dry
She stands with arms stretched out
Towards the mountains & the clouds
Oil painted eyes
Blind yet hypnotized
I swear I know not why
Those eyes have always left me dry
(How near, how far, how lost they are)
I've rendered every line
Every contour of a muse's eye
Painted in my eyes mind
On canvases of time
I swear I know not why
Those eyes have always left me dry
With our own answers
If we're stopped, we'll just start again
That's the new offer
That's it that is our final one. And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine Hood Rich
Zooted!
Chill Bro!
Street Life
Ratman influenced set up kid.
Sorry Mark for biting your set up,haha sick guy!
Adam Schnellenbach grinding down a ledge in a very dangerous ghetto spot.
Riff out, Smoke out.
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