SLUG: Speaking of weirdos, do you have any strange neighbors?
J.B.: Yeah, we’ve got a crazy neighbor next door.
Ball: The second day we were in here, we were skating this rock in the front yard that you can wallie off of, and we’re just waiting around until everyone is ready to go adventure around, and Max Pain is just chillin’ there, and out of nowhere, the neighbor rolls out of his house and says to him, “You touch my fucking rose bushes and I’ll slit your throat.” Wow, right! We were skating a rock in our yard. We just left right after that. It was fucking weird.
J.B.: He flipped Bambi off the other day.
Ball: I hear from the landlady that they get crazy in the summertime.
J.B.: From hearing those stories, I’ve been looking the other way when I see them outside so they don’t talk to me. I don’t want them to know where I live.
SLUG: Besides crazy neighbors, what do you like to get crazy on when you’re skating?
J.B.: Tranny. Quarter pipes. Transition is the best.
Ball: I like to jump down stuff. I don’t know why something compels me to jump down things. It works out sometimes, until you get a heel bruise and you think to yourself, “Why did I do that to myself?” You can’t walk right for the next week. I can’t complain.
If you happen to get the chance to watch either of these guys on a skateboard, you’ll instantly know why they’re two of my favorite local rippers. All in all, they’re just all-around good people whom I’ve had the privilege to know in my life. Now go grind a curb!