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more touristy crap

27 March, 2008 (09:46) | Spain | No comments

 

 

“DUDE’

 

never too early

these stairs appear to lead to the end of the earth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i set my camera dead center on the floor and pulled the trigger

 

 

 

 

dont know allison, but she didnt have to draw anymore attention to it… shit was big

 

 

 

 

 

 

local watering hole

 

 

 

 

 

local

 

 

 

 

 

enough..tomorrow we visit the best spot ever

 

sightseeing…half a day

24 March, 2008 (09:24) | Spain | No comments

Take a day off and go sight seeing

nothing fresher then meat right off the pigs leg

for $50 you can get tons of fresh seafood for breakfast…and a beer

new favorite fruit

serious knocker

for $3 you can fill any oral fixations you might have

ballins got a heater

his pops RBC would be proud. ask him about RBC.

yes it says %100 Wild in 7 dif languages. perfect

more street performer bullshit

never mind the cigar, peep the mustache at this point

assault weapons for sale

all aboard

stunt junkie

pole trickster

did i mention his creepy “kid toucher” mustache

from what i heard the view up here is amazing. not today

next time we go inside

day 6.5

20 March, 2008 (09:41) | Spain | No comments

Moving on…

you get one guess on who raged the hardest last night…

wow. another perfect granite slant. weird

one guess on what heezy is dreaming about (refer to previous)

and what ballins is thinking about. he smoked alot of cigs on this trip

still a cankle. elevating doesnt do shit

this is where the dudes live

i think 4 grown men live in this room now

famous spot, perfect ground, perfect ledges, flat bars…only thing missing is a toilet

toilet found

dbl sided jaunts

ballins got his line

ballins demonstrates a flawless “mall” grab

So phil gets to spain and realizes he only brought the pants he had on. after 7 days of skating and raging the bar scene they were a bit ripe. left with no choice he went euro with a new pair of knickers. to rep a euro style means you have to leave your nuts at home. word on the street is they are overly tight where it counts

pre-game

i dont know charly but i have a feeling his bike tours are intense.

next time we take a day off to be tourists

Continued…

17 March, 2008 (09:41) | Spain | No comments

Like i said…Back to Macba. The smoothest ground ever, perfect ledges, lots of attitudes

watched some foreigner switchflip the big four to boardsnap

look local and stand hard

what are you looking at dicknose

its not the same

so it has been like 5 days. swelling has not gone down, toes are still black, pain is still there. ballins and i take a walk to some primitive emergency room that has all the ancient equipment we threw away in the 70’s and get it looked at.

want free x-rays and health care in spain? tell them you dont have your i.d. or insurance cards. they are sending a bill to someone, just not me…

x-rays were negative. so doc wraps me from knee to toes in a hockey wrap with strict orders. No walking, No skateboarding, Elevate, when i get home in 5 days have a dr. take the wrap off and re-evaluate the situation. right

back in our room and hour later…nothing broke? lose the wrap, thanks for nothin

late late nights, early mornings

i hate camera happy foreigner tourists

the only bowl killed in barcelona, and he did without full pads

best warm up spot ever…. for me to sit at and elevate

the reason why it reeks of piss at Paral-lel, is because its one big toilet

Me? ummm i see a lightpost, 3 trees, and someones grandfather who stopped to pee while he was walking by. ask pappy and i bet he didnt see the kid with the camera

i elevate…doc’s orders

daylight graf heads

nosemanny lipsliders

teamwork

dogface

 

 

the gangs all here

14 March, 2008 (09:31) | Uncategorized | No comments

as we were being driven to the airport by mr heezy himself we werent 20 min out of southside bethlehem when he said “fuck it, im going i will buy a ticket at the airport”. awesome. just the clothes on his back. the moment came to reality moments later when realizing his passport was at home. phone calls were made. business was handled. we picked him up at the airport a few days after we got there.

waitin on Mr. Slikkk. weird

the champ is here, euro mullet in progress

i sat next to Michael Bolton on the train

and Luigi Ballins….(moustache finally takin shape)

how do you say “fag bag” in spanish?

wavy

phil and his BUDdy

TALL Beater

1000 push-ups and a cycle of roids away from being diesel

PT Cruiser destroys the bar hop

who says you cant mellon with stiches in your finger

at the bump to bar i elevated. cuz my toes have been turning black. rad

anything done from bank to bar is beyond respectable

just what we needed, another dude for our sausage party

first time i thought about home…i missed my boys…. next time its back to Macba

Espanol

12 March, 2008 (09:49) | Spain, Uncategorized | No comments

so we hooked up with a local Milan at Macba and went to his place to hook up Ballins. Big thanks to Milan, No thanks to his stingy roomate Winkle.

What makes Ballins happy? photochop by Brett

homeless

jack and crack in the locker, its on

escalator spot in a light a.m. rain

ballins…aka: virginia slim?

quick photoshoot for his new album cover

dudes

new stunt for mikeyslikk

air time

nope

cheater

no need for flour cuz we know where the wet spot is

ray put some time in on drying this spot and got his trick while some norwegian’s sat and watched

“dude, just how hard did you party last night Bro?”

weird, another perfect slant spot

B blew a load on his good slacks. way to go faggot

next

Ans steps up and dominates the Ratray ledge

other than the first lil bowl this place pretty much blows

end of the day ankle check. foot/ankle is swollen beyond recognition all the way to my toes. im seriously considering the the advice of the following image i saw on the metro

brilliant, but obviously just for attention. do it long ways if you really mean it pussy

day 3 or 4 or something

10 March, 2008 (09:36) | Spain | No comments

guess whats in the sack. these guys are chased all over the city by police. basically a mobile flea market

prada bags, gucci crap, stunna shades…my guess is you wont get a reciept

ropes on all 4 corners and constantly on the look out so they can pick up and run in a second flat

board walk

junk quarter pipes on muscle beach

this spot will make you famous

when a rhyme hits, ballins documents

famous amazing spot number 100

MACBA

standing room only

dont fuck with the metro k-9’s

cankle update… not so good

 

Spain continued…………..

6 March, 2008 (10:31) | Spain | No comments

where was i

from fun and sun to fog in seconds

wallrides all day long

not good…instant swelling seconds after my ankle rolled and hit the ground. day fucking 2 and this basically wrecked the skateboard aspect of the rest of my trip.

Ans “puts a lil grease on her”

max, give me back my fucking sweater

fucking awesome

this sign was in the lobby of the hostel. have no idea what it means

more street performer bullshit

this church bell was our clock

ballins is always loose

we watched four shop owners come together to hustle people walking by out of their money

and in a minute they are gone

Columbus

get some

and some more

another famous spot you respect alot more when you are standing next to it

12hrs after initial damage

smart cars are small and all over europe.

lots more to come. im just getting started

Barcelogna…

5 March, 2008 (10:43) | Skating, Spain | No comments

Here we go again

Paralel.

 

Artsy

for mike. remeber your dream girl?

 

 

so i fall and my new set-up rolls into the freshest pile of shit. still steaming it was so fresh. judging by the toilet paper next to it, i took a wild guess that it wasnt from a dog

 

we got background props in some famous spanish rap video

 

 

 

 

paralel blunt to lip?

sammytime

 

FORUM mirror spot…

 

the skatepark in the reflection behind me is the 2nd pile of shit my board rolled through on this day. total junk

 

Mediteranien

ummm. quarterpipes? for miles

 

 

 

huge cracks throughout gives me a whole new respect to anything done on these walls. sketchy as hell

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

jimmy. serious drop in with no where to go. it was sick to witness

 

 

attempt number 2 drew quite a crowd and a cop. never got a chance to give it another go

 

off to work. that was half of day 2…

SPAIN…

5 March, 2008 (10:08) | Skating, Spain | No comments

so when a whole crew heads to a foreign country for the sole purpose of skateboarding why not join them. it was kinda funny being so far away yet surrounded by so many people you know. the city was amazing and clowning around in another country with a gang of idiots from home made it that much better.

i packed really light. two new boards and only enugh clothes for a few days. these guys were the only thing i struggled leaving behind

who? “phil ballins, rhymes with phil collins” to some foreigner from norway

lousbag

 

 

our money is worth nothing. its pathetic

stood for 45 min at the wrong gate

 

 

 

what do you know. walk of the train to a famous skatespot #1 of a million

 

this guy was the first to tell us americans we were #1

home sweet home on La Rambla

 

party boy takes us to his jail cell which his shares with 3 other “dudes”

 

 

its funny walking by shit like this like its nothing

FONDO

ballins…noseblunt transfer…the first of many blunt photos i got in spain

fresh off the plane back tail

 

Brendan lives dangerously. Brendan lives for xxxtreme sports. proof posi as he threads the needle on dismount

dog shit everywhere

 

 

nobody owns a dryer so we get to stare at our neighbors underoos

my pronunciations were dead on.

thats day one. lots to come. architecture, skateboarding, spliffs, dudes

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