I don’t know about exploring the inner workings of the universe with E. The first couple of hours can be great but how about the last three hours of lying in bed a day later with the fear, frantically trying to jerk off to lessen the pain?Comments/Enlarge |
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I guess it’s OK to jauntily perch atop an old lady’s bike if you look like the French Dennis Wilson (I want that jacket).Comments/Enlarge |
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This is a Dan Field photo from 1995 of Mark and me. I remember that day. We had gone to skate a rail in Century City that Mark really likedit was a huge area with a bunch of colored flowers right under the rail. It looked great in the photo. He was frontside lipsliding it. Afterward, we were driving in Beverly Hills and Mark saw this bump to a wall outside some mansion.
I can’t remember what we were doing here. I guess these kids just walked by and we grabbed them for a photo. I wish I had taken more photos back then and saved more of the skits we videotaped. Jason would just launch into voices and improvised songs all the time.
We all had a lot less to do back then, but just getting everyone into a car to get to one skate spot took hours. First Mark would want to go visit someone or get shoelaces or something, and then it was normal to drive from Huntington all the way to Burbank just to pick up Guy. There was also a lot of driving around looking for good spots. There were less skaters back then, so it wasn’t like every bench or rail was knobbed. There were more spots to discover.