“Y/n/n.. Y/n/n…” Mitch whispered and nudged you awake. “Hey, hey… it’s me.” You flinched backwards in your bed, your legs struggling to get you upright fast enough under your sheets. You were clearly having a nightmare about the attack. Mitch wanted to leave even less.
“What’s going on? Why are you dressed?” You asked groggily.
“I heard Stan telling Aiden that he’d be gone for a couple of days so I went and slept in my room after you fell asleep. I was worried he’d come in my room and I wouldn’t be there.”
Mitch held up Joseph Heller’s novel, Catch-22.
“You’re going back to Ghost..”
“Yea and I’ve gotta go now. I told Stan that I’d be down in a minute, I was just stealing one of your books. I’ll only be gone for a day.”
“Be careful.” You looked up at him with emotional eyes, and he nodded.
“I will.” Mitch leaned down and left a lingering, sad kiss on your lips.
“Don’t go.” was what you wanted to say but didn’t. You watched him walk out the door, your book in his hand, and you sunk back into your pillow. It was still dark out. You glanced up at the bookcase on your wall and saw the space where Catch-22 had been. It was the first time that he had left in a month and you were anything but excited to go through the day without him. You decided you wouldn’t.
Mitch stood in the doorway to his bedroom, watching, along with many of the other trainees, as Aiden and Campbell lifted one of the stretchers from the pool, with a white sheet from your bed, covered in blood. Dan’s lifeless body didn’t quite fit on the orange stretcher, and Mitch saw his pale hand drooping from underneath the blanket. Stan sent everyone back to their bedrooms and threatened to kick them all out of the program if any of them came out until they were called. Mitch glanced at his alarm clock above his bed; it was 0145 hours and he was wide awake. He felt numb and confused. He didn’t sleep a wink that night. He sat on the edge of his bed staring at his closed door, his hands clasped together in front of him.
I’m admittedly never too excited about the Berrics or park parts in general, but this kid is something special. Mixing quick footed-ness (ollie up picnic table sideways kickflip off down stairs) with more conventional advancement (nollie tre 5050 on handrail) and a unique approach to just about everything else, he makes the expected new again. Now, stop dressing like a ginger Eminem from 2006.
How do you define what a skateboard “trick” is? A wise man once told me it’s anything which requires skill to accomplish. So, by that definition, there should be nothing Gou Miyagi does that’s debatable as to whether it’s “legit” or not. At the Video Nasty premier I attended, someone yelled, “Oh no, please don’t!” by his third “wagging dog wiener” trick. (That’s what I’ll call it, or maybe just “the wiener waggle”) But Gou has the most fun, period.
Part political statement, part pure skateboarding fun, the backing track by Brand Nubian makes this opening clip the secret weapon it is. By the time the vocals and raw street skating kick in at the same time, you know this is a cut above the glut of indie/street/line/night/easternexposure3ripoff videos we’ve seen in the last year.
Forget that overly dramatic Fallen piece of emo-skate that came out this year. The best tour video came from rookie to the national playing field, Huf. Although I’m skeptical of the marketing and actual construction of Huf footwear, as they seem like “lifestyle” shoes in disguise, this clip kills. Featuring a powerhouse team, including two crossover members of Team Handsome and one honorary Team Handsome member, Brad Cromer (If only he were actually handsome!), the vid takes a queue from Chris Mulhern and makes the demo skating look like 411vm tour footage from yesteryear, to exciting effect.
All respect to Danny Way, the only other superhuman on this level of skateboarding, but even he can’t touch this. This looks like a time-traveler left this behind from the future. Exactly zero average humans can relate to this kind of riding, but that’s exactly what makes it mind-Blowing.
Greco has entered the Just Don’t Give a Fuck phase of his career, as evidenced by a Dickies yellow shirt sponsorship, wildly varying fashion/beard length choices in one part, and an affinity for darkslides. Note how he really, really tries not to ever put his hands down in this video. In many other over-30 pros, a part like this would smack of desperation, but it fits Greco like a glove.
This video may not have been released in the calendar year, but fuck it, the part was on the internet in February. Ryan Sublette is a true treasure in skateboarding, and skates with more heart and personality than 1,000 Nyjah Shecklers. Watch this, and if you think he could have had “cleaner landings” you’re missing the point.