Since Day One...

Merry Christmas first of all... with my nephew rippin' into his first Christmas gifts ever, it sparked some interest in old photos. Going through a few, I found this one.

BORN TO BREW SWET

Kinnysawr

Kennesaw is pretty burnt for skateboarding, sometimes though, you get lucky and find a local jewel. This polejam was uphill and tweaked at a weird angle.

Where's the fun in skating perfect spots anyway?

Matt Phillips - Polejam

Me - No Compolejam

Matt and I traded shooting, so each shot the other's photo. After that we went to Publix and the cashier asked us if we were related. Of course we are dammit... we're brothers.

Cuntry

Back in the South and feelin' like gettin' to work...

New Bummed trailer

Justin Martinez Prepare to be Bummed extras part

Turbo Program

Been on the Turbodog program lately. As I get ready to head out west, I keep thinkin' to myself that I need to bring some east coast brews out west. You fools will see what I got in store if I ever get ambitious enough.

Don't Look Back

I was rummaging though some old photos trying to find the old monumental premier flier when I came across this guy. I think it was supposed to be made into a shirt... never happened.

Nik's Baptist

It's a hole in the wall bar we usually hit up around these parts. Nothing too special, but its always got a lot of good live music and there are always a few interesting people belly-up. There's only one table there, so if you're tryin to shoot the rock around, you either gotta get there early or stake your claim with some quarters. A few nights ago we met this guy named Dave, he was full of ridiculous, off-color jokes, and apparently knew a few people in his day. We shot some pool with this dude, he talked a bunch of shit, and before we could leave he brings in some pictures. He launched into stories about meeting the Nuge and and how his cousin was trying to get some from Mick Jagger. He had a really tiny leather jacket that he'd painted himself and obviously kept since forever, it was sick, so I took some pictures.

Feel the wind. Ride the Wind. Break the Wind.

Dave was most certainly a shit talker and, at times, a pain in the ass, but I gotta give him some credit, he'd been around and had definitely seen his share of swet.

Athens... with or without you

I'm realizing more and more how the site has less and less skateboarding in it, but I guess its kinda hard when you show up after 2 hours of driving to find a completely empty park. I'll post these pictures anyway. Maybe you can dream up your own tricks for them.

Athens is another Grindline park, and from what I've come to understand the dudes who made it were wasted and just blasting concrete everywhere. Sounds pretty fucking Brew Swet to me...

A little something different to grind your trucks on.

Even though its a long, boring drive, I'd make it all over again. This park is rad, with a bunch of imperfections, but a pretty sick flow. The Terrapin brewery is up there, so keep at least one eye open for some photos from there soon.

Buckhead, Georgia

I've gained a new respect for the working skater. When you work, especially without a fixed schedule, you cant just find time to skate, you've got to make time to skate. After working a double, and being at the restaurant all damn day, I was finishing up my shift beer when I got a call from my buddy Geronimo. He and a few friends were in the car ready to go skate downtown. Told me they'd wait for me, so I slammed down the last of my Turbodog, and mashed out. Our first spot was this sick ass bank to ledge.... hassle-free, perfectly lit, with a downhill runway. Boardslide, noseslide, front board, crooks, and tailslide all went down simply as an homage to the skate gods. No camera, no photos, just good ol' skateboarding.

After this spot, we cruised over to two up, two down which is exactly what it sounds like. After puttin' in some work there we headed over to yet another ledge spot, where that ledge Marc Johnson did the noseblunt to switch back noseblunt over the little metal thing is. Spot is super sketchy. After a couple more spots, all was said 'n done. We got back home around 4 or so, completely burnt... all just to wake up and go to back to the grind the next day. So, if you're a skater and hold down a job, go ahead and pat yourself on the back, and keep your eyes lookin forward to the next sesh. Gotta have some way to get though the B/S right?

Living Walls, Atlanta

Last Saturday I went with my buddy Garrett to check out Atlanta's Living Walls Conference. The idea behind the project is to reach out to the public and connect people interacting within the city with the street artists that give face and style to a lot of the walls surrounding them. Its their second year putting on the event, and it was really rad. You can bring your own beer, doesn't cost a dime to get in, live music, and tons of artwork. Grabbed myself a 12 pack of Pabst, and let the night begin.

The band was alright, the girl playing the banjo couldn't really play the banjo, but the show itself was pretty rad. And it didn't hurt that the girls were wearing half of nothing.

I think its safe to say, every skatebaorder can appreciate this one.

Byob was a nice touch, and its pretty obvious people took advantage of the opportunity. My apologies to the artists, I was a little buzzed at the time and forgot to get the names of the pieces and the artists. If you do a little digging though, you can find them here. http://livingwallsconference.com/

Family Tradition

My family has been going here for as long as I can remember. I'd never been old enough to get into this bar, but last weekend I was finally initiated. A total dive, tons of good looking women, and big enough to accommodate multiple bands simultaneously... The Flora-Bama.

Right on the state line, its a hell of a time, and if you ever get the chance, you'll likely find one of the family there.

Cartbrewns... by Tim Titty

Don't say we didn't warn you...

Ain't no Mickey Mouse Club bullshit here.

Prepare to be Bummed!

Rainy Saturday

Rain sucks when you're trying to get out and skate, but it can be good here in Georgia since it drops the temperature down about 15 degrees. The humidity gets worse, but at least you're not dying of heat stroke. All the normal spots were fucked due to mother nature, so I hit up a buddy and made the hour and a half drive to North Georgia Skatepark... which, if you're wondering, is located in bum-fuck nowhere.

The rain helped outside, but with no air conditioner, it was pretty much a sauna in this bitch.

Fittin' In

Business in the front.

Brew Swet in the back.

Pain Is Temporary

We got a deep crew together here up north and made it to The Gloryhole.

A humbling experience.