From here on in let each keystroke I now type be a black arrow of death sent straight through the hearts of all those who still insist on kooking it.
THE SKATE NAZI EXPLAINED.
First of all, let's just get this out of the way right quick. I mean, it should be fairly obvious to most people familar with modern American pop culture where the inspiration for the moniker "Skate Nazi" originates from. If you aren't a Seinfeld fan, or you happen to live in a country where the humor of Jerry and the gang doesn't translate well, the name has absolutely nothing to do with Nazi Germany or anything even remotely close or pertaining to anything Nazi related. It comes from one of the greatest supporting players on one of the greatest programs in the history of American television, the Soup Nazi.
In September of 2006 my dear friend Kenneth Brimer and I went to Chicago to visit our homie Chane Wilson who was living there at the time. One of our friends in New York City, Sean Kelling, suggested that we fly in for the weekend to hang out and kick it with a bunch of our other friends from Hawaii who now reside in NYC. The airfare was cheap so we went early on a Friday morning and flew back to Chicago the following Monday. Even our boy Chad Hiyakumoto trekked all the way from Hawaii to NYC for the weekend, also our friend Manny flew in from San Francisco, and with them and all of our other transplanted New York ohana from Hawaii, we had a pretty big posse in the city for those three days.
Anyway, Kenny and Chane on the loose together? With Manny in the mix? In Manhattan? Forget about it. They were all about getting fucking wasted. They brought their boards, but they sure didn't give a shit about skating that weekend. Don't get me wrong, Chad and I were also very much looking forward to partying, but to us skateboarding was definitely the more important aspect of being in town that weekend. I made sure that we hooked up daily with Andy Henrie and Sean, and I also made sure that they were not only taking us to places like Max Fish and Motor City, but that they were also taking us to some goddamned skate spots. I was so on top of that shit. I was the one who woke up first every day and cracked the motherfucking whip to get the shred shit going. In fact I was so militant about this daily business that our friend Rhandy Tambio said to me "Dude, you're like a fucking skate nazi, damn!"
So there you have it.
THESE PEOPLE ARE NEAR AND DEAR TO THE SKATE NAZI'S COLD BLACK HEART.