Clayton Woodley

Oh My Days, Olly Sneaky Fucking Sneaker was holdin out on us! Homeboy picks us up from LAX last night and takes us back to his crib.

All of a sudden i start noticin we’re headed up Laurel Canyon and towards the Hills? I’m like “Where the fuck are you takin me stud?” Clayton was in the other car following with Laura (the know it all double major) and i was way to tired for a little alone time with Olly in the fucking Hills.

Olly tells me to Shut up and i’ll see and all of a sudden pulls up at a house. I’m like where we at man? thinkin he’s pickin up narcotics or somethin………….Oh Fuck! this is Olly’s new Crib!

CALLING ALL LADIES – you need to be here it’s the party house of the fucking year! 3 baller ass levels, Pool and the Most exclusive Joco spot for some midnight lovin!  Call up Clayton or Olly now and make reservations bitch!

we’ll upload pics soon.

-Tommy P The Gun

So we leave Tampa, and head out to Oakland (to tha bay to tha bay!) with a connecting flight in Dallas. One small problem being that neither clayton or me took the time to organize a ride to San Fran from the airport or a designated host to put us up for the two nights we were gonna be there. Luckily enough in the hour layover time in Dallas i manage to get ahold of Melissa at SFSU who is as hospitable as George Bush is ignorant. SAFE. So after a night full of half sentances from melissa a fuck load of mosquito bites we head out to the city of Frisco to skate before meeting up with another friend Rachel to show us round later on

San Fran’s the shit! the cops don’t care if you’re rollin round with a legit joint or a 40 in a paper bag!…………this is what i was fucking told shortly before a few Old English 24’s (which i said i would never drink again?) accompanied by a smashing little confrontation with SF’s most “i’m gonna make up for my size by being a complete cunt” of a cop in a bloody Police RV van (maybe they were on tour? eehhh?) apparently he was appalled at my audacity to be drinking on his streets, and persisted to threaten me with a citation and jail time until i convinced him we do things differently in England and he needed to get in his RV and fuck off! So Frisco!

At this point Clayton bounces with one of the other girls we were with, what a great friend! but i guess i can’t blame him, this kid had a little to much party juice it was GAME OVER for him.

We skated the next day and had the pleasure of meeting a new friend Reggie, San Francisco’s most unconventional homeless tour guide who helped me find a hardware store and a jack in the box in exchange for a $3 bottle of White Zinfandel hahaha. this dood is Mentosss! we’ll get an edit up on here asap to showcase his hosting abilities.

With only a few hours left in Frisco before our flight back to LA we cruised down to Embarcadero square and met a hella sick Flatland BMX’er and took a couple of sequences for ZEXSPORTS.COM

So Frisco ended up being just that. hopefully we’ll be back up there soon. All i’m sayin is i can’t wait to get back to Hollywood and have a Huuks sesh! but our crib’s bein fumigated for the next two days. So Olly Sneaks is comin through to pick us up and put us up for a couple days. More sleepin on floors? yes!

Tommy-P.eace out!