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After a few random spots, we started here.

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Future phone montage…

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Willy and Colt

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Bob, Nose Stall Fakie. Check the “Bob Margera” graphic.

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Ranom people spray painting on the roof of Cheba Hut. The Hill was out of control

thanks to St. Patrick’s day.

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A good example being this shit show… Many bad decisions in the making.

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…Along with a ton of fist pumping and shitty music blasting throughout the

neighborhood

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Meanwhile, we were skating across the street to their party soundtrack.

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Bob, snapping one.

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…and hovering above a 5-0 bonk.

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James.

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Like I said, bad decisions…

This was the second time

mister orange shorts decided to get on the roof. The

first time he was ushered off. This time however, he

got to have his glory dance for a while

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For all I know, everyone’s still alive.

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Button up: check.

Baby blue shorts: check

Flip flops: check

Jameson: check

Fruit flavored vodka: check

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Ebola: check.

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Will, risk taking…

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This shitty spot. Bob, wall grinding.

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James, Front Shove Fakie

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I’m putting this one in here just for the face..

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Willy and I managed to squeeze through this thing.

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Earlier, while skating a spot on Pennsylvania, heckling and being heckled by

the mass amount of drunken college goers, some dude invited us to skate a

rail in front of his house. When James asked him what his name was, he replied..

“Chase, but my friends call me Chay”. He then gave us the peace sign and

wandered off with his friend. When we decided to go check it out, this is what

we found…

What the fuck.

Bob rolled his ankle, I got smoked, and that was our weird encounter at ‘Chay’s”.