A few glimpses at an East Coast Institution.
Casting the brightest of glare decades-long from the seediest of underbellies, the Brooklyn Banks truly had it all. A testament to the resourcefulness of skateboarders when they can just be left the fuck alone. Sacred ground, its influence and significance can never be overstated.
I honestly can't begin to explain how much I appreciate all the support that Chrome Ball has received over the course of these last 900 posts. The things that doing this blog in my spare time has led to is truly unbelievable and humbling. To everyone that has sent me emails, posted a link, left a comment, suffered through one of my long-ass interviews or hooked me up with whatever...thank you.
CBI will be back on Thursday.
My work here is almost done...