- Black Flag frontman legend, Henry Rollins, belts out the timeless classic “Nervous Breakdown” Live in a L.A. California hardcore club in the 1980’s.
Never comply! You can stock your malls with trash companies and try to shove fashion down our throats. But our b.s. detectors are on high. And those of us who know there’s more real skateboarding in parking lots or sketchy alleyways cannot and will not be bought or sold. You may have products, money and events but you have no claim on soul. The flow can only be had and handled by those who actually believe in it. We’re not in it for acclaim or money. We skate for the sake of it. For some it’s the only anchor we’ve got and damn you for even daring to kill it
Under an offensively bright sky that stretches from the cess pool of Los Angeles to the dirty streets of Long Beach and South Bay. We live and die for our crews and views. Some will tell you punk died or went away. We’re still fucking here! Damaged we ride our skateboards through cracked streets sweating out the toxins the city feeds us through osmosis. We really come out in the dark hours hangin in alleyways and street corners. Patches flown like gang colors let us know Who’s on our side and who to watch out for. We never walk alone. Under this black sun of so cal death we live!
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