a sick jerk holiday

ok get this right, im sitting on a lifegaurd stand on a wednesday night drinking some beer with my boys, steve...

...and baker, and we realized that march 18 1987, is a day they have in common because they were both brought into the world on that same day. pretty sweet dude.

"two big johns please"


Youre not shy,
you get around
You wanna fly,
dont want your feet on the ground
You stay up,
you wont come down
You wanna live,
you wanna move to the sound
Got fire in your veins
Burnin hot but you dont feel the pain
Your desire is insane
You cant stop until you do it again
But sometimes I wonder as I look in your eyes
Maybe youre thinking of some other guy
But I know, yes I know,
how to treat you right
Thats why you call me in the middle of the night
You say its urgent
So urgent, so oh oh urgent
Just wait and see
How urgent my love can be
Its urgent
You play tricks on my mind
Youre everywhere but youre so hard to find
Youre not warm or sentimental
Youre so extreme,
you can be so temperamental
But Im not looking for a love that will last
I know what I need and I need it fast
Yeah, theres one thing in common that we both share
Thats a need for for each other anytime,
anywhereIt gets so urgent
So urgent
You know its urgent
I wanna tell you its the same for me
So oh oh urgent
Just you wait and see
How urgent our love can be
Its urgent
You say its urgent
Make it fast, make it urgent
Do it quick, do it urgent
Gotta rush, make it urgent
Want it quick
Urgent, urgent, emergencyUrgent, urgent, emergencyUrgent, urgent, emergencyUrgent, urgent, emergencySo urgent, emergencyEmer... emer... emer...Its urgent

That's right punks...Foreigner lyrics! This Sunday I will be attending the Styx and Foreigner concert up in Holmdel...thought I'd share some amazing songwriting with you haha..summer is good, the fiz is hot.


thinking of you

they call it life...

"strangers with faces like
the backs of
thumb tacks

armies running through
streets of blood
waving winebottles
bayoneting and fucking

an old guy in a cheap room
with a photograph of M. Monroe.

there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock

people so tired
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place

unspoken to

watering a plant."

thank you anthony villa


Miasma Gardens

this is going to be a massive update since i haven't done one in a good while.

went to dennis's school for a night in cobleskill. he has a house cup.

schools over. it was fun.

went back up to Justin's a few days later for a while. tried to help him make art for pretty much ok wowza.

chilled at the shop with d-bask during the day.

skated the fairfield bump one night with tombo, darren, and joe took. love those dudes.

back at the shop at 1am this time for a depression session and some budweiser with dave dowd and justin white.

since summer started, baker and i have been doing awesome jobs like pulling up bushes.

at the shop again to teach dolomite how to climb a latter at the price of dave dowds sweatshirt. sorry dave, it was justins fault.

back home for a bottle of jager for two...

...and some sand squatting.

tried to scope out this spot in seaside to build a ramp, only to be shut down 3 seconds after we left due to the massive amounts of ticks on everyone.

skittles just chillin with his gnar goggles on.

tonight i saw sunset rubdown and frog eyes. so epic. i love when singers of bands do not look like the voice they produce comes from their throat.


i miss villa

love this kid. hope he comes back from tn soon.

rustoleum mustache


update shmupdate

the following photos are probably out of order because the past 2 weeks have been a blur. my life is also a warzone, as jersey dave would put it.

last night in 205. had to make it a good one.

guess what steve is saying:

a)could... but couldn't
b)i almost wouldn't though
c)what a nice piece of ayess
d)haggard ass...

back in the room getting gnar...

and housing beers to...

jessie's girl!

an all too familiar situation that marshall usually finds himself in. drunk on the floor of course

some pong. baker basically housed the whole time. never playing again unless im on his team.

fred was at school the whole weekend housing with us. tryin to get rid of some hiccups here. probably not workin though.

these videos were found in the room we were playin beer pong in. hulk hogan and lawrence taylor vhs tapes. epic.

of course it would be near the toilet.


didnt take many flicks after this point. but its understandable from the looks of it. i also hit my head inconceivably hard after this. of course i wouldn't feel it until the next morning.

train ride the next morning. of course there wouldnt be nay seats left, so i have to stand in between cars.

this night was probably the longest night ever. started the night with a toga party in brooklyn. gary with a fellow toga face.

flat bar sesh in the hallway.

later that night in montclair for cinco de mayo status. daves face explains the night. keep in mind that its probably almost 5 a.m at this point. had to get up at 10 the next day. hurts.

went to wills last weekend for some brews, bbq and some whiffle ball

jersey couple!

dave and scott were in full effect

been spending my time at home with my boys shredding

and being stupid of course.

so the year is finally over. if it werent for all my sick jerks i probably wouldn't have made it through the year. plenty more good times to come my friends. no school, toga parties, beer pong, bbq going to bed at 6 a.m, pbr, skateboarding, whiffle ball, sweating, more pbr...yep it's summertime.



Good old mohawk hockey fuck...never let the 2nd floor down




well it's 3:45am, i am finally done, it's finally over.
205, my boys, we've all been through a hell of a lot this year, and i wouldn't have wanted to do it with anyone else. love you guys. and we will continue to shred this summer.



School is over. Sadness. Not even good ol' Van Zig will help.


all good things must come to an end, the bad ones just go on forever

i lifted the vail to see, natures trickery
revealed this pure shit from which
nothing ever rolls
because nothing ever could
i swear somewhere
the truth lies within this wood