Good evening, or afternoon, maybe even night depending on where you reside in this this land and are intaking this writing. If it hasn’t been known already, sadly the Killahoe has left us here at the Toeblock and remaining is Adam and I. Some homies from New York and Long Beach were just here and we spent some time shredding and embedding good times into the fabric of time the past day or two. Couches are getting ditched, but not in alleys as the usual alternative of disposal. Here in the North East people just throw their trash on the sidewalk every week for a a trash taker to make be gone with. So deleting furniture will be simple. The end is near, friends, or should I say the beginning of a new journey to unknown realms of landscape and events. There will be a web edit here, probably like two minutes or so of footage for most of the clips were worthy only for that title. Check that out. All in all, in conclusion to this trip, homies were gathered together and positive moments were shared and put into effect. Everyone skated and got to see a new part of this continent that most of us, including myself, have not seen. Though documentation of the shred wasn’t strong this trip, everyone has something to tuck away into their thought creators and hold onto until the end of their days. I depart on Tuesday back to California, which I haven’t existed in for like seven months, so it’ll be good to be “home”. Family and friends await, while A Crew goes back to New York for a couple of weeks before he too commences his journey back west. Its been a trip, brethren, thank you for joining us through these scriptures and beat ass photos that have been used to document this time here in the great city of Boston. The Frankie Nash residence, Chris Fitfal, Elliot the Gary, Zeno among many others will be missed, a special thanks to their hospitality and savagery along this trek. And with that, I will depart from this piece of journalism, the final piece. There will be no next time, for this is the last. Farewell………for now.

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A Crew has blown it again with some chick and I can’t even do my laundry without bringing mold into the house. WE ARE FAILING!!!!!!!!! Until next time friends………

We meet yet again swine, and the savagery continues. In fact, it keeps growing in strength every moment like an angry amoeba looking for some box to chomp. Just to fill y’all in, Killa “my dag flies better than yous” Kehoe, Julian the Ledgend, and Dave the Sav have been recruited to the Toeblock. So what did we do, we took a little field trip to Providence where Chase resides and many other great men. Its like driving to SF from SJ, that’s how close it is. We left yesterday, stayed there last night and just got back tonight, skating and such. Which brings me to one of the most epic stories I have ever been involved in. After a long day of biscuits, we all went to the local English Pub located in the little strip of Providence and got highly intoxicated. The crew was Eric and Dan (Providence) and of course the residents of the Toeblock. It was a pretty basic night until Julian and I stumbled across a golf cart pleasantly parked on the street. The keys were in the ignition and we could literally hear the cries of this lonely golf cart to come and take it for a spin. So now its three in the morning and I am driving this golf cart around the residential area. Julian and I were just taking a nice stroll, nothing wild, besides intoxicated in a stolen golf cart. But of course shit was inevitably going to hit the fan, and it proceeded to do so. We meet up with everybody back at Chases house, or like a block away and everyone piles into this golf cart. Julian is now driving, but not for long. Dan the MANiac, definitely a savage, pushes Julian out and takes off. Now its Corey and I in the front, Eric and Dave in the back. Immediately Dan starts driving like a mad man, swerving in and out of sidewalks furiously which resulted in Dave getting pitched out of the thing. With no time to think, we are running over trees and Dan asks were the beer is. I reply back at the car, and he screams “I’m going to the beer”. Right then I get ready to jump out, and my instinct was right on point for he flipped a bitch full throttle and flipped the golf cart. Everyone gets pitched out, no one gets hurt thankfully, and I think the golf cart has got to be out of commission. Mind you, its now like four in the morning, that shit was loud, so I take off on foot. They flip it back over and Corey is now driving, much more subtle, and I jump in the back. It was like a mini pick up truck golf cart. We go back to Chases Place, and some lady says she’s calling the cops, so Julian and Dan go to put the golf cart back where we found it. At this time everyone has got split up and its just A Crew, Corey and I in the car waiting for the rest of the crew. And what do we see? Eric and Dan, bikes in the back, mashing down the street in the golf cart. These are like main roads. Julian and Dave are MIA. Shortly Kehoe meets up, first statement is “you guys are fucking retards”, and again we see the little single light of the golf cart come into view, this time with Julian and Dave in the back equipped with a twelve pack of Coors. We follow them and they drive into a park. Following their disappearance in the park we are all like “where did they go?” Immediately we were answered with a loud crashing noise. We all run to investigate the sound’s origin and we find them stuck in a bush with the golf cart, Eric saying, “this isn’t what it seems”. I now find myself jumping into the golf cart and A Crew, Killa, and Cristos go back to Chases to call it a night. Now there is three of us in the back, drinking Coors and Eric and Dan in the front. Julian, Dave and I are basically facing backwards, and a cop rolls up behind us. All of us have beer in our hands, so Eric goes down this bus tunnel which was the original destination we decided upon, which was good for the cop was gaining on us. We were in a golf cart. We enter the tunnel and the cop goes around to catch us at the bottom, but we proceed to out smart him and just turn around. We go back to Eric’s. At this point its like five in the morning, booze is flowing, and the level of intoxication is far beyond any measurement of idiocy. We decide to try and accomplish the tunnel goal once again. We don’t even get a block away when a park ranger lurking around the park rolls up on us with a bike. “Why the hell did you steal the golf cawt?” he asked and we inform him “cause we were drunk”. He says that is something he would have done in his younger years and we tell him we are Celtics fans. Cops come and the dude tells them we were returning the golf cart and that we are Celtics fans. Apparently, two dudes and three chicks stole it off of a downtown gay pride parade and we stole it from them. Who would of known. The golf cart is completely fucked, but the guy still says it is in good condition, and then the cops thank us for helping them solve the missing golf cart crisis. Supposedly people were looking for the thing for like three hours, and we as good citizens helped them locate it. In the end everything worked out, the golf cart made it home, the cops got what they wanted and somehow no one got arrested. Then today we shredded the many hills of Providence. That’s all I got for ya friends for I am growing delirious and must catch some rest. Remember, if you get pulled over in New England with an out of state license, just say you love the Celtics. Until next time, sween……. 

Hello again everybody, its been a while since I last spoke with all of you. Good times, good times indeed. But with all the good times, bad times follow. Adam is on his third parking ticket not to mention he got farted on while he was transporting a girl from the bar, Frankie Nash was evicted due to renovation and I intoxicantly made lip contact with a six foot black prostitute/hopefully not a tranny. Shit happens, for we keep our heads up and continue the trek. Mike D made a five hour appearence, he was killing it on that photo tip, so you will see some photos. Steve Per doin’ that do and my short stack brethren Paul Sewell have sadly departed, Steve back to Chi Town and Paul to Seattle. At the moment its just A Crew, Cristos, and I. C-Man has been two for two with the ladies, killin it!!! Julian the Ledgend, Dave, and Killahoe arrive tomorrow. Its time to kick some ass in the name of decency, Elliot “Gary” is fed up with the current residence’s lack of footage and motivation, he’s threatening asses out on the street for lack of footage. We do need that motivation, for Elliot is a great motivator. Check out Gary’s extras which will be available to the public soon. I fucked my knee up playing dizzy bat last night at some random party I lurked on when everyone was at the bar, so I must hobble away from you now. Until next time…