Picnic at the farm/Dickbag sessions

On Sunday the Pollards called with an invite to a picnic at a fellow KU almuni's farmhouse. Evan and Gina moved from south Philly to a straight up farm house complete with barn, pond and lots of acreage in the middle of nowhere. Great weather, tons of food and a reason to leave the house after being rained out of all our plans on Saturday made it an easy choice to make the drive.

their backyard


their neighbors

this is behind the barn. it's still filled with hay but they wanna clean it all out and maybe turn it into something.



beanbag action!

I was way off my game that day.


then this young lady challenged me. she told me she was allowed to move closer since she was just a kid.

it went into sudden death and guess what...she won.

look who showed up once the food was served...




Ami was hungry

and thirsty





these used to be the chicken coops

gathering "spike balls"


Chris tests out the macro lens

okay now I'm gonna get arty so feel free to scroll through the next group of shots if you feel your masculinity is being threatened.








the moon




then they started the bonfire.



Evan used the bonfire as an excuse to clean out a lot of the old wood that was just laying around in the chicken coops. Right behind me is one of the tables/cages where the chicks would have been kept.

It was dope in there, lots of "old" things.

Evan takes out the trash/keeps the fire blazing.

Porter knew what was up, shades and a chair are mandatory when it comes to chillin' fireside.






"We'll dance like wild Indians, they'll see the flames for miles".

fireside chat (blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah)

I crashed at Jim's that night while everyone else rolled back to Philly. Nelson and Jugz, fresh from the gym.

Harley was not to be disturbed. He was deep in lounge mode.

it's true, Jim's are as supple as they come.

Me, Ray, Matt, Andy and Gleason (aka Jugz, Supple Teets, Textbook, Physically Fit Jim) all met up the next morning to skate, make fun of eachother, throw things at one another and count how many times Gleason shrugged his shoulders before he did a trick. First spot was the Tractor Store manual pads. It was Andy's first time out skating in a long time but he did just fine. He still has heelflips on lock and still lands like a sack o' taters when he falls.

this pic is taken from where my award winning manual was finally set down. next time I'm making it the whole way across.

Andy was just getting the hang of the light post when we got kicked out.

next spot, the Jank Banks just down the road.


Andy asked if we'd ever seen the Dogtown movie and then proceeded to get Z-boys on our asses. (in this case the "Z" is for "Zing-Zing-Zooey")

Jugz got an idea to fastplant off the roof of the Jetta from the loading dock.



"FUCKIT!!!"

dent? what dent?

the session started to grow...

...just like Jim's belly.

fuck it, let's play some wiffle ball! Jim has come a long way since the first time I saw him in the fast pitch cage.


we were kicking ass until Ray parked our one and only ball on the roof which meant 2 things.
1. automatic homer
2. game over

we moved the session a little farther down the road to a bank which is a fun little screw around spot with some manual pads, a drop and a little gap.

whoops, we forgot to tell Andy about the drop

he needed some time to think about the gap out front too...

Fuckit! (first attempt)

a couple a tries later he nailed it!

well, almost.(i swear to god this is how his board ended up)

Matt's snap

Ray accepts the early grab challenge

the aftermath.

the crew chillin' after an intense game of S.K.A.T.E. Gleason and I were the last men standing. he took me out with a 360˚ boneless which i used to have on lock....in 1987. bullshit!

back at the crib, Jim enjoys his last bag of Cheetos as a single man