The Wind Never Blows In Fort Walton Beach

I've found myself living in a small beach community in Northwest Florida. Beach communities don't do anything but cater to tourists. (Retail Hell) It hasn't been easy. Strangely enough my life revolves around what goes on in this one establishment where I find myself working and skating. Sometimes hanging out in the same building for 12 hours a day can make you have mild fits of rage. All I'm trying to say is that there is absolutely no skate scene where I am. I'm trying to tell you to appreciate the fact that there ARE people who are willing to skate with you after work. I see that as a blessing now and I hope you all appreciate having each other to go out skating and get drunk afterwards.













So my friend Tim and I pack millions of boxes in this little room we've named the Hell
Hole. Countless hours of carboard, tape, and all the products that capitalism and skateboarding have in common.













In the summertime the Hell Hole is hot as fuck. My friend Lee and I made this air conditioner duct that runs into the hole. After a long day of playing with garbage that skateboard companies make, we decided to turn it into a dick. I've found happiness turning everything around me into a dick. It makes me feel better.



















Once in a blue moon we film something in the Hell Hole. I thought I could share it with the Cheeseburger.