Schiafone sh!ts all over Keansburg.

Turned up to an empty Keansburg park...no redneck kids in mesh hats and dirty wife-beaters pissin' around the park on mini-scooters.

Due to rampant OCD/SARS/AIDS or something, I find it necessary to scribble or paint on my griptape...or maybe I just like the smell of tipp-ex.

Sha-Fone bopped up in the caddy...

...and promptly destroyed the bench. Swizz krizzla.

The Transworld favourite, SS/BS/TS.

Nollington crook.

Switch flip back tail shove...game over.