As far as human kind is concerned, we are a species ran by relationships. These daily affairs shape each individuals sense of reality. It is all broken down into layers and layers of categories, which can only be defined by each viewer.

Skateboarding is a category, with many others above and below. A diverse subculture, driven by athletes, artists, old drunk men, junkies, gangsters, rich and poor, bad ass women, pre-pubesent extremists, post-pubesent extremists, angsty punks, suited folk, soldiers, college professors, and little people who sit confidently, while there legs dangle over the edge of the coping, or cluster up as they try and drop in on the pyramid.

But unlike your cliche high school stereotypes, we (skateboarders) have developed into crews. Usually influenced by locational reasoning, these crews form, and shred, with love, and (in my opinion) an unmatched brotherhood. These crews will vary; from you and the only other dude who listens to KORN, rocks studs, and skates in your town, to a group of 100+ gorgeous beings who wish they could frontside air and rage together forever.

This trip reminded me how lucky all skateboarders are. A local video, a cluster of crews, a sheet with a projector, and a better understanding of the depth of it all.