Switch B/S 180 %

I found a spot down at the pharmacy school parking lot. It's a great space for a skateboarder in his or hers mid thirtydom. There are a couple speed bumps. A curb. A lil' hill. I was trying backside 180 kickflips. I couldn't even kickflip. I kept going for it and kicking it away like some sort of pussy. I felt like a dick. Then I remembered.... "What did you do when you first learned to kick flippity bro? Take it on a path that stood in the grass yo." Whoa.

Listening to some Cage/ Camu. Sorry new Cage... but old heavyset drug lovin' Cage was good. You were better when you weighed over 230. I stood by you cage. I bought your "Movies For The Blind" and stood strong as naysayers naysaid on the sidelines.

"He's just an angry white kid" they would say.

"Naw, he's good." I would say.

I would looooove to move to some sort of mid west township with a drive thru coffee place right next to the flea market. Flea Market on Saturdays and half of Sunday.

I remembered... you got to ollie.... then flip. Kick the tail, either roll the front foot out or kick it down!

I did three kickflips in a row. Then when I went to buy some dogfood.... this is crazy and you are not going to believe it but it's true, I walked out my door and saw a couple 'o med students on skateboards. The boards were of the no nose/no tail/no kick variety.

I actually walked out my front door in a nonchalance manner as they settled into a luke warm sans-push ride down Chester Ave. I spit out my toothpick and caught up to them in four pushes. I bummed the chick out when I went for a curb cut in- out maneuver. In the chick's defense, her boyfriend was way behind. I guess I felt a bit of intensity as I set their brain pom-poms on fire. I did a tiny shifty ollie over a manhole cover. A bunch of other stuff happened as well.

frontside flammer

Here's a little flim flam I maneuvered on the way to coffee with the wife. Great lyric. "On the way to coffee with the wife."

Maybe the Animal Collective or Band of Horses could learn a thing or two from some sick lyricism such as that.

Flim Flam:

Untitled from Kurt Russ on Vimeo.

I remember dangling the nose of my board in the nether regions of that non-fern plantlife while in the peak of this trick. I was tickling it ever so slightly. When I came down from the high... as you can see I was a bit maladjusted.

I wanted to do a Hurricane grind today, but i didn't even try

Well. I've gained about ten more pounds since I first complained about having to change pants and shirt sizes. I didn't even notice. I actually thought maybe I had lost weight. Then I stepped on the scale. After a morning shower I studied myself in the full body mirror. I was full bodied alright. I hopped up and down in place, "jiggle...jiggle...jig-jiggle." I could hear the magic fat. Except.. it wasn't magic at all.

I took some time to stretch and eat a semi healthy breakfast. I made sure not to drink too many beers the night prior. I even watched an old "Cribs" with Rob Dyrdek waxing nostalgic about getting Neil Blender's board after a demo.

I could barely get off the ground. I was able to clear some street obstacles like manhole covers, parking blocks, and discarded chewing gum. I came close to eating pavement on a downhill pop shove it. I was going maybe two miles per hour. It was much easier going uphill.

And I presume that is where my skateboard career is perpetually headed.

My pro heavy-weight model should be out in a couple of months.