holy . …
I ended up at what is definitely in my top five most bizarre places I have ever been last night. I’d heard of it since I was about 16 but had never known where it was.
It’s called skatopia. It’s countless acres of some dude’s farm in the middle of the Appalachian foothills in a town no one has heard of next to towns no one knows about. And it’s like 30 minutes from where I live now. There are countless halfpipes and bowls and a bar painted pink with poles for girls to strip on. There are enough cars to have an in house demolition derby, and enough stray dogs to drive them all. There is a skateboard museum. An old building with the walls lined in skateboards. The place is beautiful. I didn’t really take many photos, I just kinda hung around and skateboarded. I kinda had to, to prove my worth I guess, after turning down pot and beer…It felt like some exclusive sorta club/commune but anyone is welcome, so long you skate or bring somethin to contribute to the growth of this place. That’s not explicitly stated, but it’s how the place works. I think I’m goin back.

Besides that the exhaust pipe on my car split and I spent a good portion of my morning with my head under the car trying to fix shit and got nothing done. I’ll be going back with a hanger for a temporary solution. Shit…I’m always messing up something with my Saab. I’ve been spending weird hours in the commercial studio painting backdrops and rearranging lights and softboxes and cabinets and I don’t know what else. I’m have to go shot the Ohio University football game in about an hour, I have a magazine assignment to do about a scenic road around here, supposedly one of the best places in the country to fling your sportscar around tight turns at unsettling speeds….and…I forget.

Oh yeah, here’s a photo of the earth eating a Bug. I’m not even the least bit surprised.