142 Thrasher
like taking the train in NYC and not
really knowing where you’re gonna go.
You can’t really do that in LA. Everythingis so spread out where I’m from, but in New
York you can just hop on the train and go
wherever. It’s pretty sick. I like it. The nightlife
is sick, too. The city doesn’t sleep. The bars are
open ’til 4 am, which can make any night crazy.
And you know you can always find the bangin’
halal food truck afterwards too. I know Quim
Cardona is from Jersey, but he’s my favorite
skater who was around NY. Nollie varial flip
at the Brookyn Banks—that’s all I gotta say. I
could see moving to NYC for a summer. That’d
be sick. But fuck no I couldn’t handle the winter!
Previous spread: My board went over the edge of the roof and
almost fucking chopped somebody’s head off! It landed just feet
away from a guy walking by, staring at his phone. There were
some girls on the roof having a little party, smoking weed out of
their bong and shit. The run up was harsh. Rooftop boneless
Below: This one was crazy, man. John Gardner knew
a guy who runs a film lab/photo studio in the city.
He skated, so he bowled out both corners and had a
quarterpipe roll-in built. Frontside carveI