Oh man, this was one hell of a trip. If Justin was 16 then I was 19. The best memories from this adventure were ordering beers for my first time from a hole in the wall bar and then continuing on to a warehouse that a bunch of high level squatters had converted into residences for artists.
The rooms were pretty much divided by sheets and makeshift walls but they were throwing a party so we decided to show up after a long day of skating. The stoke was still in us and once the kegs ran dry we tipped em over and started balancing on them. Eventually that led into who could barrel walk the farthest which made things even radder. Eventually it came down to who could barrel walk from one keg to another and jump onto the other keg and keep walking. I know a few people took some pretty tough slams on those things. I was thoroughly bummed on not having my video camera on me at the time.
Fortunately the main focus for us was the act of skateboarding. The city was super diverse in terms of spots. We eventually stumbled upon the red light porn district and got a taste of strip clubs that let you in for free. The catch was you had to buy a drink. Once you sat down a stripper came up to you and started flirting. They wouldn't leave until you offered to buy them a drink as well as one for yourself. The drinks were a bargain at $17 for a beer. We were too broke for that but eventually a few of the older homies put their funds together to earn a spot at one of the clubs.
The clubs were pretty dead until Sturgill put his stage side dollar bill tipping to work. Dancers g-strings disappeared faster than an unwaxed ledge at a skatepark. Baltimore was grimey and economic times were obviously tough.
The next day we had planned on filming this day in the life. We were all pretty hungover from the night before and our lack of sleep had gotten to us. Luckily Justin was still down to let me point the camera at him all day and this is the result.
Baltimore is one of the raddest cities I've had the chance to push around in. Thanks Billy for moving up there at one point and letting a bunch of dirty skate rats inhabit your living room for a few days. East coast grit! - Travis Knapp-Prasek