Actual Journal Entry:
“I Rode to GT at 7am for my first day of work. Its one mile from mine & Bill Grad’s apartment. Im working there as a gopher/driver/warehouse dude for $5.50/hr. It seems like it’ll be pretty cool. I just basically drive around the LA area & do miscellaneous things in the warehouse.
At night, John Paul Rogers & I got beer & went to the P.O.W. house & drank & the whole crew of them & Neal Wood & other English guys & I went to the Australian Beach Club. It kinda sucked. The security was trying to kick Chris (Mad Dog) Moeller out & I ran up & tackled a bunch of guys & fell into the sand volleyball court. Then there was crazy fights goin on everywhere. I punched some guy & knocked him down. It was such chaos. The cops came & arrested Keith Trainor. The rest of us took cabs back to the P.O.W. house & we all stayed there. We were lucky that nobody else got arrested.”
Looking Back Now:
The job at GT was the last job that I had before I actually got paid to ride my bike. I worked M-W-F & went to school on Tuesdays & Thursdays. It was a pretty cool job and it seemed like different BMXers were working there every other week.
Now how about that night at that club!? The name of that club sounds like it was full of long-haired tan dudes with no shirts on. I dont think it was that bad, but back in the day, if a club wasn’t fun, then we typically stirred up our own fun. Im not quite sure why I wasn’t the one who was arrested. I always seemed to get away & out of site before the cops rolled in. I think the Mad Dog got away as well. And Keith Trainor? He was the one who always got arrested.
Photo:
Neal Wood, myself, and Paul Roberts. Neal sure did look different before all them tattoos, huh?
Sat, Jan 5, 2008
Days of the Wildman