XO Flowers, Long Beach, CA (2025)

11/30/2025

Post Thanksgiving NBD at the Daewon spot.

11/25/2025

Deep in the belly of Los Angeles—the City of Angles, cracked halos and all—the streets were cooking. Not just hot. Burning. And somewhere down in that urban underworld, Satan’s Drano kept the pilot light on. When these lunatics crawl out from whatever dark corner they sleep in, things stop being theoretical. They get real. Fast.
Drano Fest tore through downtown on Sunday, a bright red scorch mark on the calendar. Skateboarding, metal, and hot sauce—an unholy trinity served with no chaser. A pirate ship rolled in courtesy of the KEEN Ramp crew, a floating fever dream armed with a sound system, a “Hail Drano” banner, and a skate-able plank that looked like it had seen some sins.
In true HELLBOMB fashion, the slams were as loud as the makes—maybe louder—and anyone wearing the faintest whiff of poser was tossed back into the void. Anarchy wasn’t a theme; it was the air everyone breathed. After signing what felt like a legally binding su***de pact, contestants took the stage for the Hot Sauce Chugging Competition. Then came METAL. Then the POSER PURGE video premiere. Then more METAL. Then even more. Beautiful, reckless excess.
Sick doesn’t begin to cover it. These maniacs deserve front row and center because somehow, impossibly, Los Angeles needs this. And the wild thing? We have it.
The Punk Rock Fight Club showed up in full feral glory. The vibe check was hotter than the asphalt.
Good work, gentlemen. Keep the flame lit.

11/23/2025

PIZZANISTA! Concludes The Epic Game of PIZZA!
November 22, 2025

Julian Lewis representing Long Beach Skates walks off with the crown—one grand in cash, a taxidermied squirrel with the thousand-yard stare of a frontier drifter, a comically enormous check, and a swag bag packed like a well-stocked galley. But honestly? Every skater threw down today. The level was high-heat, cast-iron, no-shortcuts. Pure, top-shelf skating.
Major respect to the crew at the Natural History Museum for opening their doors and forging that trophy—part artifact, part fever dream. The whole day felt like stumbling into the kind of party you hope never ends. Rowdy Dachshund was out there doing what only Rowdy can do. Salman rolled up with a small army’s worth of pizza, the kind of gesture that tells you everything about a man’s character.
Epic doesn’t begin to cover it. You just had to be there, breathing it in, letting the chaos and camaraderie settle into your bones.
Can’t wait to see what PIZZANISTA! cooks up next. And to every shop that rolled through in full regalia—seriously—thank you.
Until next time - Ballard

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11/21/2025

PIZZANISTA! Presents The Epic Game of PIZZA
10am November 22, 2025
General Admission Applies

Tomorrow morning, it all goes down. Eight shops, each sending two skaters into the fray—sixteen bodies carved out of asphalt, attitude, and stubbornness—stepping into the L.A. on Wheels Day Game of Skate like it’s some back-alley cookoff where only one dish walks away legendary.
By afternoon, one of these grip-tape warriors will be a thousand bucks richer, clutching a trophy loud enough to make their shop homies lose their minds. More important than any of that, though? Bragging rights. The kind that linger. The kind people tell stories about.
At 10 a.m. sharp, the chips get drawn, brackets set—no drama, no ceremony, just fate being scribbled down on a scoreboard still smelling like fresh ink. And then the games begin. No turning back, no excuses, just raw talent and nerve on display under the Los Angeles sun.
Let’s go, L.A.
Time to see who’s really built for this.

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11/20/2025

Julian Lewis Skating for Long Beach Skate
10am November 22, 2025
General Admission Applies

Long Beach Skate and LA Skate—call ’em blood brothers. Not the sentimental kind, but the type forged in concrete schoolyards and alleyway battles, each holding down its own patch of turf with a kind of stubborn pride only skaters understand. They serve their scenes the way old-school diners serve the regulars: no shortcuts, no pretension, just the real thing.
And now we’ve got this beautiful little twist of fate: each shop sending one of their own into the ring, skaters representing their boroughs like street fighters stepping out of two different stories in the same weather-beaten book. A rivalry within a rivalry. A quiet grudge wrapped inside a louder one.
The bracket gods were feeling mischievous this time around, because there’s a very real chance these two could clash—LB Skate on one side, LA Skate on the other—meeting somewhere deep in the tournament where the lights feel hotter and the stakes get weirdly personal. If we’re lucky, we might get ourselves a final showdown, or at the very least, a gritty little duel worth remembering.
So buckle up. Let’s see what these grip-tape gladiators have in the tank.

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11/20/2025

Alternate Neil De Paz Skating for SK8BRDBUS
10am November 22, 2025
General Admission Applies

The cornerstone of modern skateboarding isn’t some polished contest with sponsors breathing down your neck—it’s the game of S.K.A.T.E. A deceptively simple duel that’s a hell of a lot more than hopscotch with attitude. It’s a rite of passage. Two skaters on raw asphalt, trading tricks like knife fighters, each one trying to out-maneuver the other with their own brand of flat-ground sorcery. No judges. No excuses. Just pride and pain.
This Saturday, at 10 a.m., sixteen skaters will step into that ancient dance, battling for the crown of flat ground behind the Natural History Museum of Los Angeles—a sanctuary of bones, fossils, and the ghosts of things that refused to die quietly. Just a stone’s throw from the Olympic Coliseum, where legends carved their names into history, another kind of legend will be written in scuffed grip tape and bruised elbows.
Show up for the chip draw at 10 a.m. sharp. Watch fate deal its cards.
Then stand back and let the games begin.

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11/19/2025

Alternate Jayden Membreno Skating for SK8BRDBUS
10am November 22, 2025
General Admission Applies

This Saturday, somewhere in the sprawl of Los Angeles where sunburned concrete meets bad decisions, an epic game of SKATE is about to erupt. Eight of the city’s most battle-tested skate shops are each sending two warriors—kids who’ve traded blood and cartilage for style—to fight for a winner-takes-all pot of a thousand bucks, a trophy that actually means something, and bragging rights sharp enough to cut glass.
At 10 a.m., the chip draw goes down. No politics, no backstage deals—just fate deciding who squares off where. Each shop’s riders get thrown to opposite ends of the bracket, which means there’s a very real chance one shop ends up with both of its killers staring each other down in the finals. That kind of awkward, glorious, gladiator-style poetry that only skateboarding can deliver.
Show up hungry. Show up loud. And don’t blink.
Get some!

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11/18/2025

10am November 22, 2025
General Admission Applies

This Saturday, 10 a.m., behind the Natural History Museum of Los Angeles—no velvet ropes, no ceremony—just a chipped-up draw to decide who’s about to bleed for bragging rights. Eight shops, two riders each. Sixteen skaters who’ve spent more time on asphalt than most people spend with their families.
They’re rolling in to fight for the first-ever crown of the King of S.K.A.T.E., and it won’t be polite. It’ll be raw, loud, and a little unhinged—the way all the best things in life usually are.
Show up. Stand close. Watch the battle go down.

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11/15/2025

Jay Munson Skating for Pawnshop
11am November 22, 2025
General Admission Applies

Pawnshop Skate Co. sits in downtown Covina like a monument to the things we’re willing to give up for the people we love.
The whole story starts with a ring — Anthony’s father’s ring — pawned so his kid Donovon could ride his first real skateboard. No trust funds, no sponsors. Just a father betting on his son and a dream built from that one reckless, beautiful choice.
Founded in 2010, Pawnshop became the skate shop Covina never had but always needed — humble walls lined with boards, clothes, hardware, and the echoes of kids who grew up between those racks. What they really sell is belief: in the next generation, in the locals, in the idea that a skate shop can anchor a community as surely as any landmark.
And they prove it.
Flat Bar Fridays in the parking lot. Late-night pushes for a skatepark. A place where skaters show up not just to buy something, but to belong.
Donovon carries Covina with him every time his wheels leave the ground. Anthony keeps the place steady — the original believer. Together they built something honest, something earned.
Pawnshop Skate Co. is proof that real skateboarding starts with sacrifice and love — and that a single act of faith can spark an entire scene.

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11/15/2025

Steve Corona Skating for Innercity
11am November 22, 2025
General Admission Applies

Innercity Skateshop sits in the heart of 90031 like a pulse under the pavement — a small refuge where Los Angeles skate culture breathes freely.
Inside, the air carries the scent of wood, dust, and sunburnt concrete. Decks line the walls like street-born art, surrounded by scuffed memorabilia that tells the city’s story better than any museum ever could.
The crew works with the calm confidence of people who’ve spent their lives pushing through these streets. They outfit beginners, gear up locals, and keep the scene alive the only way that matters — by staying true. Quality boards, trucks, wheels, apparel, all chosen with the kind of honesty you can’t fake.
Outside, the curb is waxed smooth from countless warm-up runs. Kids gather, talking spots, dreaming big, failing, trying again. The shop doesn’t advertise authenticity; it simply is — raw, imperfect, essential.
A home for skaters. A reminder of what Los Angeles feels like when you strip it down to concrete, courage, and the will to roll forward.

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11/14/2025

Rudy Moreno Skating for TWO Felons
11am November 22, 2025
General Admission Applies

Two Felons Skate Shop isn’t some polished, corporate “board outlet” with motivational posters posing as culture. It’s a place born from the streets—the kind of joint where rebellion isn’t merchandised, it’s lived. Founded by two skaters who’ve taken more hits than they care to count, it stands on the simple truth that the best stories usually come with a few scars. Freedom, they learned, rolls a little smoother when you’ve earned it the hard way.
Walk inside and you’re greeted by the perfume of ground urethane, hot ink, and the faint suggestion that something questionable might’ve happened here last night. The walls are a gallery of local grit: outlaw art, battered decks, and graphics that feel like they were dragged across asphalt before making it to the rack. Nothing is curated to impress—everything is curated to be real.
Two Felons isn’t just a shop; it’s a clubhouse for the beautifully restless. The ones who measure distance in push-kicks, who know the taste of concrete, who understand community not from brochures but from shared bruises and borrowed ci******es. You show up, crack a beer, talk some s**t, roll the dice on a trick. Maybe you land it. Maybe you don’t. Either way, no one here cares.
This place doesn’t judge you. It welcomes you—flaws, bail-outs, busted bearings and all. Family isn’t always blood. Sometimes it’s whoever’s standing next to you when you hit the pavement.

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11/13/2025

Juan Escoto Skating for TWO Felons
11am November 22, 2025
General Admission Applies

I pulled up to the West LA courthouse to meet Juan, only to find him knee-deep in exactly the kind of chaos you’d expect: a cash-prize game of SKATE unfolding like some underground sporting event no one bothered to sanction. Four hundred bucks in the pot, a handful of gifts for whoever clawed their way onto the podium, and a tight-knit pack of flat-ground connoisseurs jammed into the sun-bleached belly of the old fountain.
Juan was busy playing referee, diplomat, and hype man all at once. I waited—an hour, maybe more. But waiting here isn’t really waiting; it’s absorbing. The whole scene was a reminder of the strange cocktail of competition and camaraderie that defines skaters everywhere. They’ll try to one-up each other with a smile, cheer for the guy who just beat them, and argue about the integrity of a landed trick like philosophers in dirty sneakers.
There’s something honest about it. Something pure in a way that most polished, adult-approved activities just aren’t anymore.
Watching that game, you feel it—the respect, the shared language of style, the mutual understanding that pain and joy come from the same cracked concrete.
Now I’m counting the minutes until L.A. on Wheels Day x PIZZANISTA! Game of S.K.A.T.E. If today was the warm-up, the main event’s going to be a beautiful kind of madness.

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