Text Matt Price—April 24, 2008
In walgreens you can get your photo put on just about anything.

Wait, what the fuck?

I wonder if Phelps picked that cover.

We went to Boulder for an art/skate party thing. The twins were there. They broke up and dont even live in the same city now.

Jon and Ernie looking creepy.

Woke up on the morning of what I never realized was a holiday. As we walked down the street everyone would smile and wave and say "Happy 420!" Holy shit! look at the line at the Cheeba Hut!

This particular stoner chose Volcom/Bratrud apparel to don on the HIGH holiday.

Seeing alot of kooks made Greg feel the need to make sure everyone knew "hey man! I skate!"

Since our really good friends left us in Boulder while we were all passed out in the morning we had to catch a bus back to Denver.

Our second bus ride was not quite as mellow, but not quite as long. Marty looks like hes sad, but hes just hungover and caught off gaurd.

Diggler found some artsy light on the escalator.

After our bus adventure we finally made it to Angels. Happy 420 Angel!

Its a beautiful day out! Should we watch the office or play call of duty?

Allright, I guess we could skate.

Greg is kind of sad because he knows 420 is almost over.

Anyone want a camera?

David's O face perhaps?

Time for a Pho sesh. A little taste of Long Beach, I mean Vietnam...

The next day another car load of AZ homies apeared. I think Dallas drove them.

Chavo had just come from a Pairty on Hairdy.

Denver Travis, not to be confused with AZ Travis.

I will admit I knew those dudes were coming, but I had no idea they were bringing Jesse! Super Bonus!

Ernie got a hard ass tear drop tat, but since he got it a little lower since he doesnt kill people. Just picks on them.

Woah! Malto showed up at the next spot. I think he was on a 9 hour layover on his way from Australia to China or something.

It sucks to have to leave a crew as good as this.

Token, out the window plane photo means im home. For a few days.
Text Matt Price—April 24, 2008
Hopped on another plane back to the land of snow capped mountains.

I got so hyped on watching leave it to Beaver I forgot to take the mandatory out the window shot. Ward Cleaver will have to do.

Ernie picked me up in the Mustang.

He brought special guests too! Diggler was there kicking out the jams with his Apple.

Holy shit! Greg came too!

Flew into great weather again, just like Chicago.

Got back to Ernies only to find Goeman fresh out of bed at 4 in the afternoon. Hey Jon, how do you have so much pop and skate so fast? Oh, its all in the Loofa?

Ernie cooked up some Helper, when all of the sudden...

I looked outside and everything was covered in snow!

Snow kind of freaks me out. I try to stay away from it.

My attempt at artistically interpreting snow.

Fuck it lets check some spots anyway. Yeah, il skate it once it thaws...

Eaton is here too, he drove me to get some Wendy's.

Went to the bar and before I knew it Jon had crept to the other side.

Woah, its just like Tom Cruise in Cocktails!

He must be doing something right. Right Ernie?

Hey Jon, get a cab!

Lannie was feeling the night. He tried hard to not let it end, but eventually you have to give in.

D-roc face down after being defeated by the ipod.

I dont remember if this Danny right before bed or first thing in the morning.

The next day we ate at Swifts. Bet you didn't know that aside from working at the mag he owns a chain of restaurants in the greater Denver area.

Shortly after breakfast Lannie and Bucky did this. I dont know what it is.

AH! I love photos of otherwise normal people looking border-line retarded in the middle of a sentence. Sorry Bucky.

Lannie broke that rule about not bringing your girlfriend on skate trips.

First the Loofa, now your drinking mango martinis? Wow...

Oh shit, you got a gun? Ok that makes you tough again. Sorry.

Ernie however invented a new rule for skate trips, its called, allways bring your dad. Thats the man that sculpted a small child into a the bully who will break your foot and snot rocket on your face. Dream family, but in all honesty they both rip.
Text Matt Price—April 14, 2008

Hopped on a plane where the mountains were warm.
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Matt Price sucks. He is lazy and stupid and shoots dumb photos of no one you care about. If you look at his blog, you’re probably a nerd like him. He still lives in Arizona because it’s the only place where people don’t know about how lame he is. If you see him, tell him to fuck off.