after eatting a good fucking breakfest we made our way to the border. being parinod about being a dirt bag/punk rocker, i borrowed daves clothes so i looked "persentable" to the border guards.
no problems arroused from the crossing and we were home free to make our way to Rye
sessions were skated and cameras were fucked up. we lost some border/intro/skate footage, but managed to gain some skate footy back at the 6 o'clock session
lots of beer and manual rewinding of tapes followed though the night
- ClaNcy
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