Pierro Suarez, push over light

When Bryan, who only skates ledges, told me he had a pool for us to skate I thought for sure he had finally perma-fried his gourd with too many energy drinks and late night cannons. I was wrong, his gourd was intact, barely, and there was in fact a skateable pool, not just a hallucination he had from those prepackaged 7-11 sandwiches. Yes, he eats those, and now you know why I didn’t trust that the pool was real thing at first.

John Gardner, roll in

Jordan Gesko, bs nosepick

Bryan saw this pool while landscaping at the house next door and somehow charmed the owner into letting us skate for two weekends. How he did this, I have no clue. Must have been just the right mix of 7-11 egg salad, and ’90s skate photos that gave him the confidence, as a 34 year-old man, to knock on a stranger’s door then ask if he and his friends could play in her pool.Surprisingly, she didn’t furrow her brow and tell him to fuck off before she calls the cops.

Eric Elliott, bs boneless

The pool had to be drained and repaired, giving us just a small window that was our agreed time to skate. A waiver was typed up, then we all signed it saying if we hurt ourselves trying to go frontside over the light we wouldn’t sue. A prayer was said – no really, the owner was religious woman who gathered us before the session and prayed for our safety. Until then I had only said “Amen” before Thanksgiving dinner, but it was fitting since we were about to feast on some concrete.

Fred Gall, lien to tail

Tony Farmer, lien slide

That sounded dumb, but I’m leaving it in because I need more words and at this point is anyone still reading? It doesn’t matter, the Holy Spirit of Jersey Tranny was on our side for two sessions, and we got to skate one of the best backyard pools because of our not so fried out homie, Bryan. Thanks buddy.

Zach Gesko, slash