Josh Walker is one of my cutest friends. The hair currently residing on his face is in the styling of a goat, a baby goat, a baby goat lives on his chinny chin chin.

As josh makes the long one block walk from the train station to my front door he gives me the queerest of looks, queer as in odd, not that…other kind. He approves of the barn I live in, he just doesn’t know how to show it.

Wanna play SKATE?

What’s that alex? You’re 15 and hardflip the 10 foot long middle of the 6 stair? Pussy shit.

Walker claims this feeble had all the style points needed to guide young skateboarders into a career of matching fitted caps and shoes.

Most people dust them haters off, i’m more of a sweeper.

I found this photo on my memory card and I thought to myself “I dare not stifle walker’s artistic vision.”

I keep playing kids in skate on the quarterpipe and I do this trick, they proceed to do a fs axle stall with the wheel on top of the coping and I lower my head with such disappointment. One day they will learn where their lives went wrong.

So Walker is here and we’re hangin’ out and shit.