Pool Your Enthusiasm

I went on a pool mission with a couple of dudes recently.
When I say recently I mean it was almost two months ago, but on the Internet these days recently could be anywhere from right this second up until a day or week ago, and even then the shit would be old news, so in worldwide web terms I guess that this was an eternity ago.

I say this because there's shit like Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and who knows what the fuck else now, and people are always checking in and blasting out their business in real time to everyone as it happens.

Breakfast is delicious!
Gotta Tweet that loco moco.
Shopping at Bed, Bath and Beyond.
Better Instagram those shower gel beads.
Sneaking through an upper-class residential neighborhood to trespass on fenced and walled off private property in order to skate an empty swimming pool.
Make sure you leave a trail of digital bread crumbs while you're doing it so that everyone knows exactly where the place is that you're basically breaking into to cause criminal property damage.
GPS coordinates, anyone?
We're riiiiight here, come check us out if you're in the area!

Well, it's not really that bad but come on now.
This pool isn't exactly a secret.
I mean, there are more than a few people who know where it is and it's been in a magazine, and this dude (who knows a thing or two about pools) has frontside grinded over the light for years now so it's pretty far from being a new spot.

A long time ago, a more well-seasoned man than myself said this regarding pools: TAKE NOTHING BUT PICTURES, LEAVE NOTHING BUT WHEEL MARKS.
Even though he was actually condoning the taking of photos at a usually top secret location I don't think he realized on how massive a scale that photographs would be utilized in the future, but obviously common sense and skate etiquette would tell you that people should try to keep it at least a little bit down low when sharing such visually incriminating info on your everyday social networks.


ANYWAY, we creeped, we climbed, we tip-toed, we shredded until dark and then slipped away undetected, just how it should be.


This could be anywhere, but it's really somewhere specific!


Mid-trespass, somewhere with a wall and a fence.
Because you're not supposed to go there.
But look, we're going there.


Blue and cream?
Yo son, I had crazy visions.


Chad making sure its kosher while I scan the scene thoroughly like a paranoid crackhead.


Business owner, dedicated Instagrammer and shredder.


Better off dread, Shota-kun attacks while Conor gets the footy.


Double trucker over the light.


I wish I could say that this was a backside Smith but then that would be a falsehood!
This is merely backside over the light because the light/death combo is out of the question.
Unless you're super gnarly, then by all means have at it bro.


From the shallow end, and we're out.
Big up to Aaron McMullen and Conor McGivern for the photos and footage.