Atlanta, GA
the first skateboard i ever owned, that was bought for me, brand new was frankie hill’s first pro deck from powell peralta, the bulldog. i skated that board into oblivion. the nose, the tail, skated to nubs. it finally broke not long after i did my first handrail. i kept the board’s 2 pieces for a long time and eventually lost them. i also owned, if i can remember correctly, frankie’s last board from powell peralta, the v2 slipskin (bullshit) Frank Tank. this board was also skated to peices, and the crappy v2 slipskin shit peeled off. frankie hill left powell at some point and skated for consolidated, then as far as i know, just disappeared. i’ve always wondered what the hell happened to my favorite skateboarder, the guy who inspired me to put my life on the line for a set of stairs, or an insane gap. the guy who taught me to really pull a fat ollie, just by looking at his pictures in magazines, so tucked with his knees up by his ears, flying through the air. after all this time, he’s back. skating for Revolver. paycheck frankie hill
mood: big fat ollie one foot | music: stars |