Thousands of years ago in a galaxy far, far on the East Coast, and pretty north (but not like, Canada or anything) there sat a sprawling suburb just outside of a ghost town. Tucked away somewhere in between the woods and the rolling hills of municipal water managing topography, there sat an ancient cement taco. Much blood has been shed, countless mosquitoes have been smashed, bones burned, bruised and broken, and many homies have been hyped on the banks of this particularly unremarkable patch of shit over the years. As the sensibilities of a few rats matured and their skill sets broadened the crusty wedges were just not enough to sustain their stoke any longer. Depots were scammed and tools amassed, blocks were stacked, ”˜crete was mixed and tran was born. New life was brought to the desolate shit hole and once again the sessions abound.

Bobby North, Scoliosis

Darin Pa, Bs Wizard Bonless

Darin Pa, Back Tail

Dylan James, Stalefish

Sloan Palder, Fs Feeble