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  • Behind the mountains

    …I never find myself particularly motivated to write captions detailing what’s literally happening in photos. What I can say is that I’m glad I was there, to hang out with friends, to be somewhere unfamiliar, and to feel the brush of that ever present, if mercurial, truth that comes with going. These are photos of… Continue reading

  • The Bunker

    Back in March I was on a hike when I came across this building I had seen many times before, but this time I noticed the cement slab hiding under all this mulch. On March 30th my I called up my buddy Anthony and we spent about 2 hours cleaning up the floor to see… Continue reading

  • 1,500 miles distant

    This story was written by Wilbur Barrick in 2002, after a road trip from Johnson City, NY to Austin, TX for a FBM and T1 contest at Ramp Ranch… Why Lou Bickle unexpectedly backed out of his spot in the FBM van, the Skeleton, I’ll never know. Crandall offered Lou’s seat to me. I accepted,… Continue reading

  • Daytona Van Party

    The first time I remember ever flipping over in a van, while driving down a highway, was sometime around 1996 give or take a year on either end, after attending a Hoffman BS comp in Daytona Beach at Stone Edge Skatepark. 
I can’t remember exactly, But I think I drove down to the event withe… Continue reading

  • NEIGHBOR OF THE BEAST

    It would have been nice to watch MTV’s Headbanger’s Ball in our living room. My parents had been doing pretty well, financially, in 1988. Having bought a pretty large TV to preoccupy the time my brother and I spent at home, waiting for them to get off of work. And although my brother was five… Continue reading

  • Bound for Nowhere

    Driving down the road, an interstate supercross of the mundane, I looked up at the bright shining moon, 11 o-clock in the sky, while listening to an album, the same one since I was teenager, and I realize the moon is not some ambient lunar reflection of the sun, but a giant lit up Shell… Continue reading

  • Oasis

    My first time going to Kuwait put me there over Easter, somewhere near the cradle of civilization, Mesopotamia, or whatever you wanna call it. The land between the Euphrates and Tigris rivers, emptying into the Persian Gulf. It was windy, hot and like no other place I’d been before, except maybe Salton City or a… Continue reading

  • TOWN AND COUNTRY

    Bound for Nowhere… I look down at my hands. They look different now than the first time I set off for the west coast. Each, no longer a teenage grip for an anything goes pursuit of who knows what. They’ve now seen some miles. Fingernails dirty with grease and dried up acrylic paint, faded scrappy… Continue reading

  • The Boredom Diaries

    The world renowned Matt Coplon and some of his tales- seen here on the Least Most via the Boredom Diaries!

  • P-38

    Bound For Nowhere… I looked down at my hands, calloused, dirty and holding a brass loop keychain with a spark plug gapper, a can opener and a few random keys. No idea what the keys were for, maybe my folks place back home, and the house on Fairfield, although I never remember locking the door,… Continue reading