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. . . is the type of fella who drops in to a bowl and commences to haul ass across several walls before filling the air with loud grinding sounds. Sometimes his feet and board tend to get a little ahead of his body, at that time he'll yell out a "Whoah" followed by (if he's able to reel it in) "I got 'er!" Doesn't sound like much when put in to words, but what it means is, in a session with him you're either motivated to kill yourself trying something new and gnarly or you're laughing your ass off. Like many of his Florida brethren he's proud to sport a plumber's crack but he's the only one you'll see pulling out his false front teeth in order to suck his thumb. He never leaves the house without his boom box and some AC/DC or Motorhead to keep things going. He's likely to boardslide (rock 'n roll and to fakie) a pool you're scared to carve, and float an ollie where it would seem impossible to many folks. I like to think he got the latter of these two skills via some kind of osmosis from his roommate . . . |
