In the kiddie course and bowl warehouse, the ignorant ass hip hop is sounding much more vibrant than usual. Clear, crisp lyrics of ho manipulatin' and street corner hustlin' got us all snapping higher ollies. We have DVS to thank for this. They sprung for the new speakers back there. I shot a few more fisheye
photos last night
and with the bowl being that close, of course the urge for a Frontside Grind Magazine shoot was too great to resist. The Editor in Chief even put himself on the cover. How shameless.