So this saga basically took place over the last few days. It began with the meeting of this guy who repairs pool one night over at my brother in law's house. The pool repair kid says he has this empty kidney in his back yard. A few moments later and we had the pass to at least one session in the pool. Well it was an anthony kidney, tight, weird and definitely hearty. The coping was about double the size of the skull bowl at etnies. It was fun, but the parents tripped out and were over any more sessions.

So now that was a bust we decided to go check out this other pool Brad heard about off my space or something. Map quest sent us off to another land no where in the vicinity where we should have so we had to abort mission. I went home sad that we wasted 2 hours driving looking for this supposed pool. I get home and my wife says she has a surprise, she had found a house being rebuilt and it had mad pooltential. I was again stoked and we went off on the search. When we arrived at the house, I was amped, it looked like a for sure go, except one problem, no pool. We decided to drive around and search some more, finding maybe 7 homes empty and being rebuilt or upgraded, but not one had a pool.

So nothing was panning out, I was having fun, but I was bummed and needed some pool action pronto. Then Chris hits up my cell phone and says he has a pool to drain in dana point. I was amped again and happened to have my pump and stuff in the truck so off i went. When I arrived I thought the pool looked so good. The kids parents were on vacation and he said we could drain it. So we did. Started in the late evening and we reconvened at 7am at the pool. Only to be totally bummed out. What appeared to be good trannies in the hazy mind set I was in the night before became crapola before our eyes. Even the bottom photo makes the pool look better than it was. Lumpy tranny and after even a few runs it started to cancer all over the place. The kid who lived at the house said we could skate as long as we fixed everything. It wasn't worth a crap so we dumped the hose back in, turned it on and left.

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After

We were definitely bummed, so we tried a few other spots we knew up and got denied on all of them. It was like the skate gods were against us or something. So I went to work and as the day went by, Brad calls me up and says he has correct directions to this other pool. I met him and Gyr at the laguna hills park and we went off to the next pool. We got there and this one was obvious, empty lot, pool in the back. It was on. We went running like mad men through the lot to the pool. Before I could even blink, the three of use in a shark like frenzy removed all debris from the pool so we could skate it. Neighbors driving by, it was trippy, like a fire pool, but in a neighbor hood full of mansions. It was kinda crappy, but fun. The coping was gone, but the tiles still roared when the indys smacked 'em. Then outta no where this fat ford pickup pulls up, we were bummed. The guy driving then tells us the owner wasn't around and we could session a bit. He even told us how to run away in the canyon behind the pool if anybody rolls up. It was so rad. I guess his kids dug the pool out a few days before hand. (not much dirt). A few grinds and after relentless effort, they were so sweet and seemed so well earned. This whole story was almost 2 days long. Toss in a few 8 hour shifts at the etnies park and you have a good idea of what's going on in the broken magazine world. - NG

Brad Coleman gets some front side love photo by NG