Riders.
Last night people were snowboarding in Union Square. I bolted right out of there though, so I can only imagine how radical shit got. Instead, we hid at a place called Coffee Shop, where we drank beer and I caught up with the K2 boys were introduced to a heroin addict who asked, "Any of you want to fuck?" after she clumsily tried to steal one of their phones. I hear that one of them threw up on his brand new New York Nike Dunks later in the night. But I sent it off to the Shut Skateboards party for a while. Then we ended up riding bulls, just 'cause we could, which left me with a cut-up bloody finger. Good to see nights out in NY didn't change while I was out west.
Amanda getting ready.
I got tossed. Photo by Mike.
