Going Conch: Part One
Jun 27 2008
There’s a place where one should be able to disconnect. Away from the trappings of modern conveniences. No internet, no computers, no phones. No malls, no urban rituals, no desire or lust for material goods. For me, this place does exist. It’s a place I love dearly and it’s called Key West. It’s in Florida.


I spent a decade skating regularly with a good five years skating day in and day out. From the ages of 10-20, I devoted a lot of time to it, competing here and there and being part of a subculture that didn’t know the X-Games yet and before skateboarders like Tony Hawk became skateboarding’s Jordan. 