Happy Good Lucky

Good work, Mr. Carroll!

When I was in 6th grade we scrubbed our trucks against the curb by hand in an effort to create an illusion of ‘gnarly grind skillz’. This is what the real thing looks like.

I am happy to say I saw this evidence on the curb first hand on Fairfax Avenue yesterday.

Mike detects curb accretion here. No parking in the Red Zone. The Red Zone is for grinding only!

Yesterday I bid farewell to some pretty kicks. These Nike SB Free Rod + were won at a silent auction, deemed to small for my feet, then left on consignment at the Los Angeles sneaker spot, Flight Club.

I am lucky to have known you - however briefly.