First, bust your ass in a skid factory all week to earn enough money to buy a new deck, wheels and bearings.
In the North End we like to do it ourselves, and we like to do it cheap. The dollar store was all out of spray paint, so I bought some metallic blue hallowe'en hairspray instead. I can use if for my costume, thus killing two vultures with one load of buckshot.
I added some words from one of the Pope's best songs.
Spray that sucker! Thanks to Matthew, my trusted assistant, for posing while I took this photo.
Cosmic eh? Fakie Agent Kill-Joy has notified me that grip-tape art is all the rage on the west coast, so I decided to leave the gnarley momento mori skull graphic on the bottom of my board intact and decorate, instead, the top of the deck.
I was a little disappointed with the blurry image, but I applied it several more times, so the Solitary Man would have clones of himself for company.
Long live the Pope!
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