Triple Bolt Gazette

I always wanted to be on Team Alva. They were rough, tumble, bad asses, style icons, fearless skaters, and they gave zero fucks about what anyone outside of their crew thought. The only problem was I a was a slightly chunky suburban kid growing up in Columbus, Ohio and I was pretty awful at skateboarding. I LOVED it, but, I was admittedly really bad at doing pretty much anything other than rolling down the street, an occasional rail slide on a parking block, and if the wind was right, I could ollie a soda can. At the time none of that really mattered. I was still out there every day hitting local banks and bowls, demo’s, back yard ramps etc. But those are stories for another day…

I think then, and if I am being honest, even now, all I wanted was to feel like I was part of something. In particular, something special. Something small. Something independent. Where it is just our crew against the world. Not that I am combative, but I do enjoy camaraderie of a small group of folks who want or need to take on the status quo and set it on its head. Over the years I have found that in my projects in art, music, apparel, travel, and even in my time working in the cannabis industry. I have always enjoyed, if not thrived by being a part of fight or a good challenge. I am not sure if that is normal. Not even sure if it is healthy. What I do know, is it has always been a space I feel at home in.