Words and Photos by Clem
The original plans to take my car bailed because I had tire issues I couldn’t get resolved in time. So Jeff let us ride along in his, which was favorable to a cramped egg, The ride up was smooth and fun. Then we get a battery light, check it out in the manual, and for some reason decide to continue on.
About an hour outside of Philly in Elkton, MD, the car dies on the highway. We coast to the side, get AAA to tow us, then halfway figure out that it’s probably the alternator and we are going to have to stay overnight and get it fixed the next morning.
We opt to walk next door to a closed down Denny’s and sleep in the back parking lot, away from the view of the street so we can polish off a 1/2 bottle of Jameson to pass out. Next thing we know we are waking up next to two of Elkton’s finest kicking us in our sides to wake us up. We explain the situation, they run our info and let us off. We spend the next 5-6 hours sitting around at a Firestone to get the alternator and battery replaced.
Finally, we get shit moving after dealing with a bunch of inbred retards, only to get a call 5 minutes later from the same Firestone with, “Hey there’s a puddle of power steering fluid in our lot, might be your car. How’s your steering feel?” We continue on our way to Philly thinking it wasn’t ours, and as soon as we get to there, the power steering is shot. We meet up with Matt Mckeen at his place, skate at Pop’s skatepark for a hot session, then dip back to the house to charge/chill. It wouldn’t have been a first time Philly trip without hitting FDR, so we stopped by there for a session and finally met up with a few of the Guzzle homies from NYC. I snapped a few photos of Jeff and then we went and got cheese steaks at Tony Luke’s.
The next part of the trip is kind of a blur. We went to the Skate Jawn 3 Year Anniversary party and the long awaited premiere of Kevin Winter’s video BRUNS. Walking to the Jawn warehouse we crushed a bottle of New Amsterdam on the way, with the majority of it getting faced by Fuchs. We got there, met up with homies, shot the shit, drank from the keg, checked out the photo show, etc. I think there was a keg distributor next door or something because they kept showing up with new kegs, three total I think, maybe four. Anyway, the video finally starts and every trick landed results in a 15 second mosh pit fueled by open bottles and cheap champagne and thrown beers.
The video was insane and is going to be a favorite for everyone. After the video, more drinking, Half the Adidas team is there so we talk their heads off. Some really weird girl is lugging around a massage chair and offering massages to sweaty, beer soaked skateboarders. My crew split back to the house and apparently a rampage ensued that I wasn’t part of, I ended up sticking around and hopping in Colin Sussingham’s Guzzle Island Tours van and stay with a homie of theirs.
We wake up the next day convinced last night was the most we had ever drank and walk around in slow motion for most of the day. Eventually we hit a Firestone to get power steering fluid for Jeff’s car and head out to Richmond. Thanks to Marcus and the Skate Jawn homies for throwing such a rad party and congrats on three years of being the best East Coast zine out. Thanks Colin and Guzzle for the hospitality, and thanks for Matt Mckeen for putting us up for a few nights.
