Well here's the story of kyle and I's day of pools. We started off in pursuit of a few pools mr. sacrifice himself helped us out on. The first pit of death was called stinky's. It's the pile of a pool in the picture on the right. It had killer tiles so we grabbed a few as souvenirs, besides that there wasn't much to say. It was a Malin's Pool. They make crappy pools so if you see that name run for the hills. The death box was probably only a go for Daryl D., but he wasn't around so we left after kyle smacked the brick coping. This was a fifteen minute pool for sure, not because of the law rolling, but because that's about the length of time it would take any normal skater to leave.

     
     
               
 

So after the fun in the sun at stinky's, we went on the hunt for an elusive pool called the asada bowl. After a bit of searching and cruising through a world of culture unlike mine, we managed to find this jem of an amoeba. Too bad someone else had a few hours earlier and left the hose running in it all day long. It looked sick though, even with the cancer. By this time we needed something fast before the trip would seem like a waste. Kyle asked the pool gods for some love and bamm!!! We got it.

                               
                   
We managed to score a sick hour plus session, i suppose knowing a bit of spanish helped out here. The care taker was cool and let us shred his pad up. Kyle scored the death box early on and had to talk about a 100 pounds worth of shit to get me to do it. After all the sweat from the heat and the odor of the piss we bucketed out of the thing, we were off to search out some other pool dogs. We decided after some food and tall cans, to hit the freeway and head off to the land of fontucky. Here's an action shot of kyle i took while hallucinating in the heat, that death box wasn't pala, ill tell ya that much.        
 
After about a trillion hours in the car, we made it to the world renowned skate park fontana. Punker Jon and Tom the Grom were cruising around so after we threatened them with utter death, they took us to a few more pools. First off was this cool little snow man. It took a second to figure out, but it was fun as fuck. Then of course outta no where, the poor dysfunctional family next door comes out and starts bitching. Even though Jon the punk had permission to ride, these friendly fontana locals felt so strongly that we were ruining their day they expressed it in the lamest, most absurd thing I've seen in the last few weeks. This past his prime wanna be cholo dude rolls out with a bat and acts all tough. I was laughing with the rest of the crew and the second i grab my camera to take such a prized photo, the guy runs inside. Typical. Hopefully he will have fun beating his wife tonight. Well with the few choices we had left as the sun was going down, we decided to chase a rumor ol' jon heard about which led us to the next spot.
                                   
  As we are driving, something in kyle's stomach shifted and he went into excruciating pre poo pains. I could hear the bubbles of some hearty bowel movements, even over the dystopia we had jamming on the cd player. That band kicks ass. Well we made it to the next destination. Standard issue empty pad with pool. If you skated pools and passed this one you would have to be a retard. So we roll on up to find a cancer ridden blue haven that the iron fist guys cleaned out. Thanks would be the thing to say. I had to broom out about 6 pounds of cancer and we were good to go. Meanwhile Kyle had vanished, and after a few minutes of agony, he emerged form the bathroom with a new outlook on life. Like something magical had happened.        
         
     
                 
  We took off from that place and headed on home. We managed to punk a few runs on the freshly painted blue haven tear drop ya see on the right. It was so bright and white you couldn't see any trannies which made it hard to ride. It's a super bust spot so we bailed after about 10 minutes or so. I don't think anyone will be stoked on the black wheel marks left behind. We tried to check a few last ditch spots as we made it back to san clemente and they were all negative. Maybe next time. We thought anthony was gonna pull through with a last minute roman, but that fell through like most pools. Until the next day off - NG