Sometimes when I’m driving the grid searching for pools, I think back on life, people I’ve known, sessions I’ve been in and the strange journey we all take. I know that I’m not alone when I marvel at the number of people who were once an integral part of my life and have now moved on. Through the hand of fate, employment, financial upheaval or some other reason, people come and go in our lives and I find it difficult to understand how quickly time gets behind me. When I was young, there was always time to do things “tomorrow”. I never ran out of tomorrows… until I did. Now I find that every session counts. Every day is a gift. I try not to look back and I keep my tired eyes always forward. Regret is expensive and my account is tapped out. If you are drama, you are gone. Journey. We are on one and it seems to me that by the time we figure how we are supposed to be and what we are here to do, it is almost too late to do anything about it. I attempt to make everyday count. If I can make one person happy, I’ll do my best to do so. When I look at the state of the world, it seems that everyone is drowning. Going under. Swirling black undertow…debt, frustration, technology, politics that don’t matter and an emptiness which seems to be the only thing filling people to the eyeballs…
I have friends and I love them. They know me and still like who I am. They accept the weakness and fragility that I possess as a human being. My friends understand that they are not always that different. Black, white, male, female… no matter the flag or the religious belief, we are the same. It is the human condition. When my friends come to visit, I do my best to give them a good time. Luckily, I hunt for pools and I’ve become fairly proficient at getting them going. I think that much of my luck is simply because I do what I say I’m going to do. I respect the homeowner. I know it is a stretch to allow strangers to play in the backyard. If I had a perfect back lawn and a bunch of guys wanted to play soccer on a Sunday afternoon in my yard, I’d find it hard to allow. I don’t want a bunch of guys running around my property on my weekend off. Shoe on the other foot. Empathy. The homeowner… How does it feel to be him? I understand and do my best to give them something up front. Then I get to know them and form a relationship. It’s a journey.
Jon Bulldog and Andy Neal came to town, which they do every year. They are both professionals and hopping fences and riding barges — though it is always fun and an integral part of what we do — is daunting when thinking of the unlawful aspect of it all. Being arrested for trespassing will cause heavy problems with licensing institutions and the like. These two are men with families and children. It is not a solo road they are on. I called Josh Peacock on the phone the week before they came. He and I always help each other out and he assured me that a Fresno day would give us more than enough permission pools to round out the trip. Saturday we met up and rode a few local favorites and put down some lines with BLKPRJKT, Marlon Whitfield and Brad McClain. The next morning we left in the darkness for Fresno.
We were in our first pool of the day by seven in the morning and it continued that way until mid afternoon. At that point, an entire crew of pool crushers descended on us and we had a chance to meet up with Nick Creighton, Seth, Nelson, Joe Heffington, Fryle, Travis and a few other wreckers. The new hype and infusion of stoke quickly lifted the session to a new level. Things were done in rapid machine gun fashion and we soon drove into the fading sun for one last pool to ride. The final pool was well off the beaten path. It was a huge old Rossmore that hunkered down, forgotten and alone beneath a clump of old palm trees. Dust blew in from the surrounding fields and the trees swayed and spilled debris into the pool. We cleaned it up quickly and everyone threw themselves at this new pool as afternoon waned on this seven pool Sunday.
Driving home, we were exhausted and elated at the same time. Of all the people on this chunk of rock in space, how many people had played football, golf or soccer on this day? How many people had ridden skateboards? I pointed out that it would’ve been astronomical… Yet how many people skated in seven empty swimming pools today on Gods great big green earth? Very few we surmised. It left us feeling pretty special… We are grateful for the journey, the pools and the chance to meet new friends. Thank you to Peacock and the crew. I appreciate everything you do. Skate- Ozzie