Fuck! I’m in absolute disbelief! We lost Jeff Grosso. He’s what got me back into skating after I’d fallen off for a bit. He was the skateboarder’s skateboarder. The definition of skate punk. Grosso had an unmatched love for skate and an infectious stoke. The kind that’d make ya wanna skate on the freeway cause fuck all. This dude has survived heavy addiction, got kicked of 80’s era Santa Cruz for partying too hard. His series was the only true skate history series and I was fuckin thankful for it. He was the most honest voice in skateboarding outside of is hard core weirdos who never went beyond our driveways and sketchy backyard ramps. Skateboarding saved my life and Grosso is a part of that. 2020 can eat a bag of smashed assholes. Fuck this year with a pool deck sideways!
Additional note: This has really fucked me up. Like there’s a deep profound sadness just sitting with me. When I got back into skating after many years off (letting life, injury and bull shit get in the way) and needing something to fill an addictive void the deck I got was a Grosso Anti-Hero. It got me into shaped decks after being raised on popsicles. Since then that has been my favorite shape. And watched every Grosso thing I could for the history like I was taking a class.