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So, Andy Maguire and Silent Mike came down from Santa Cruz yesterday, and we met up at King. The entire Great Oaks crew of skaters shows up, acting like they're the shit, and then a couple of riders that I don't think I've ever seen before show up, apparently from the South side. One of them somehow managed to mistake me for Dakota, which makes no sense, because he and I look nothing alike. I should've told him that I was Big Dick Doyle, and promptly killed myself trying to learn proper fucking turndowns. Then I overhear another dude say that he bummed a smoke off Mike Packer, who may have been Silent Mike, but was probably actually Caveman, considering that neither Mike smokes. Afterwards, we rolled out to meet Packer at the Discovery banks, and eventually make our way over to Chavez, where a homeless guy goes aggro, a No On 8 protest comes by, a drunk fixie rider smashes into a ledge and falls onto the fresh white carpet at the park ("It feels like real snow!"), and then a Canadian rider (Andrew Gobbo) who's staying in Mountain View at the moment (well, on my floor as I type this) rolled up. We found out that he'd met Tim Maguire earlier in the week, right about the time that Napoleon Dynamite showed up on a piece of shit mountain bike ("I'm riding from here to Seattle!"), before telling us that he's the police and promptly pulling out a sack of bud ("It's against the law... to not smoke weed!") and started pedaling as fast as he could forwards before yanking on his front brakes. And then we're at some art show at South 1st Billiards or whatever it's called, with Caveman chilling outside, the wackest MC ever rapping ("Sexy Robot, Sexy Robot, Sexy Robot"), and some not-at-all-attractive-even-after-several-beers girl ("I like you. I think you're smart."), yada yada yada, and we're back at my apartment, and Jared Strate is actually home, and, long story short, we were way too loud and now I'm just waiting for these fuckers to wake up so we can meet up with Big Joe, The Marm, and Dick Nasty, AKA The Shit City Fucks, on Treasure Island.

Anyway, I'll have some Shawn Hott photos I've been sitting on for a month or so (he was supposed to send me a second batch, but he either hasn't gotten around to it yet or he sent them to wrong email address) in a couple days. Also, here's Marco's HOW4 edit:

I shot this footage just blocks from my house in Oakland. Crazy.

So the Sharks tie it up towards the end of the first period right as I'm talking to the bartender at Cinebar about how stupid it is to watch the talking heads on TV discuss the exit polls, which really don't mean anything. Next thing you know, it's first intermission and McCain is giving his "yeah, I lost" speech, and all of a sudden Ryan Clowe's got a Gordie Howe Hat Trick and the Sharks are up 3-1 and continuing their home streak into Thursday's game against the Blues, which I'll be attending. Stoked.

In BMX news, I think you can expect a new Cisco video soon, because he called me up asking for video compression tip. See the latest post at Roll Mexican for some classic details...

Colin's going to send me some more info to put up later this week, but here's what he told me earlier today: The jam's going to take place on Friday, November 14th, starting around 8 or 9. Due to some trouble that Colin got into from previous events, there's not going to be underage drinking allowed, so don't bring your own booze if you're under 21. If you are, bring your ID and $5 and you'll get a wristband, a cup, and access to the kegs.

Also, don't forget to vote tomorrow, if you haven't already.