100 ThrasherGOING SOFT IN ATL
Everyone was fired up for Atlanta. Well, everyone except Pedro,
Rhino and Big Boy Foy. They wanted to save their energy. The
crew that really went spent all their dollar bills on strippers and
drinks. Out in front of Magic City (look it up), a homeless guy
snatched a $20 bill from Clive and things escalated quickly. They
say nothing good happens after midnight—and they’re right.
Some of the guys went back to the hotel, but I was on a mission
to have some Kelz Kitchen. My thoughts: chicken wings and fries
at 4:30 am would ensure I was feeling good the next day. I had a
long night paired with a rough morning and pulled it, but I think
a big chunk of our crew was going soft in the ATL. You can’t say
you visited the Dirty South if you didn’t get dirty.
Axel, rail-to-ledge front board
while Winkowski sleeps on a bench
around the corner. Power naps vs.
power moves
–Axel Cruysberghs, regarding a cop that kicked us out
“It’s been awhile since I’ve
met someone I hate, but I hate her”