Let me just state this one right at the onset: Livingston pulled the f-side hurricane in the brown bowl. Yes, this is not the make, yes I am impatient, but this is exactly what it looked like and Ham'n'cheese was there for the proper documentation.
On the way in, Hoss was chillin' with Crusty. Unfortunately Crusty smelled like stale urine.
Al is one of those dudes who don't give up. Multiple ass and hipper slams led to the eventual bs fakie over the stairs in the shallow.
Joe dirt is from Texas, where, apparently, they simply grind over shallow steps.
Ladies and Gents, Joe "General Custer" D-D-D-D-Dirt
Old evidence mingles with a new fascination.
Livingston also does fsbs in pools...
Nick tore that DB a new one, every time.
Low light, winding down, and Livi ollies the shallow stairs.
Killer day, stoked to skate with the boys. Took some runs at Cowtown/Foundry, days are apparently numbered.
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