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There comes a time in any man’s life when he needs to have made peace with all of the following: his aging body, the notion that you can’t fly standby the next day if you miss your flight, which was once possible 10 years ago, and the fact that Anthony Correa is never gonna rekindle the skate world with his presence. There is no reason to be cynical… now… is there, we still have uncle Freddy out there burning fumes.
… He was a philadelphia prodigal son. First Division days ,60mm. He drifted back and forth riding a silver lining floating on the milky way of the Alien camp during their certifiably long stronghold on a original image and talent in skating. Putting down ridiculously stylish switch llnes at love park ,ride on 50-50’s, and one cannot overlook the switch crooks photo at Hubba Hideout. His CV is long, with a pro career going even longer than some of our readers duration of lived life, he truly doesn’t give a fuck what season of life he is in.
Uncle Freddy identifies with the affairs of the world that are considered bad, or at least low-brow,but like the way he chooses to present himself, skating culture has always directed our gaze to the seedier side of things only to belt whip our temptations back if you really went your own way without displaying following to one shady proven formula.
Back to at hand matters, So Fred advertises himself in the best way he knows how. Kind of like Kelch in SF, Gordy in DC, or Alamar crip walking in LA, Fred needs the crutch of a beer and the expiring odor of vagrancy to keep his legacy out there. Yet, humor is the paramount catalyst in Gall’s work because it is the most accessible and malleable to the filter of what we call skateboarding which has come to being just one big youtube watch count.His dirts win attitude is a body of work which has spanned beyond some of today’s pros life span, a scenario that is likely to play itself out soon, tossing the torch of never ending one-up notch coverage to the the skate tastemakers who can properly part and wax their hair.
When a skater like him is skating in person, it is nothing more than the direct result of all the skating that person has ever done, whether it be good or bad. If his viewers enjoy his skating half as much as he enjoyed filming it, it would be understated that his way of pushing down the street is ageless and the tricks he’s done are up there with the best dudes out. The ski-jump board fling to almost getting merked by a car shows his constant temperament, Careless Youth. In this 2 decade run of Freddy, he has arose to the occasion of SF’s biggest hills, casually sw ollieing the Post st street gap 15 years ago,some trickery in some of New Jack city’s ghettoist neighborhoods, and, a heelflip at pulaski in the sub zero that would still be impressive by today’s standards, as well as a couple of other maneuvers I can’t think of off top. Now at the cusp of adulthood or prolonged youth, he is ready to take the next step in life, marriage. Ah!, he thought marriage meant iron bonds;it meant the end of freedom;and hither he had always troddened a careless path, hopping on many a jovial adventure,played his cards as a party tourist at many brothels the world over, and never submitting to the term “toe the line”.
His lavish indulging of hookers and red light districts are well known. If strangers of the weaker sex were a drink,he’d drink them down to the last drop. Due to some expensive habits Freddy got to eat struggle burgers for a few meals in his life recently. Now and then a little voice in his head says, “Well, you got enough Gall to still be out there in the limelight, Why don’t you go to the orient for a few months, your getting stale.” With that he sees his destiny through, significance never eludes him fore courage is never lacking. A man may be storyteller, a loudmouth, a raged animal who emits foulness out of all orifices, who recites fabricated truths, but embedded in all that fiction and falsehood, there is a core truth.This man doesn’t merely mellow as the evenings wane and bottles are emptied. The rage of Frederic spits vemonous bile from the head orifice and pulls of his knickers as well as his shirt to get more comfortable while he is three sheets to the wind.Yet, Fred Gall is a guardian angel on the shoulders of many a stranger. He has no doubt extended his hand in the game while staying in line with reckl`ess abandonment in himself. And yes, to him, it’s a game, moreover, which throws interesting characters across your path. However,Freddy still is magical on a board, proven thru a whirly hooded kickflip backside noseblunt that would make even Geraldo proud.
This newlywed urban homemaker wants his turf to have a casual anything goes approach but like his golden years, but to Freddy’s dismay, he married a eastern european so the provider role must be a regal element of their matrimonial bliss… Here are a few tips for Fred and his new domesticated life.
1.The Kitchen, in your Brooklyn love abode should be your first priority while planning space. It’s where conversations are made, romance is cooked up, and where knives are found when she wants to hurt you for ruining here life…
2. Next room to focus on is the bathroom. No washing your dick off in the sink when you bang some crash bandicoot at one of the southside drinking holes, those times are long gone. It’s time to get serious, chicks like strawberries,right? So they for sure like potpourri stuff too. Get some of that for the bathroom and buy toilet paper too.
3. Almost all bedrooms waste space. Minimize this flaw by adequate planning and forethought. Since your used to sleeping morning hours, why not rent a basement or a loft with no windows to keep up appearances.
Though he is not the worst husband in the world, not by a longshot, He stays loyal to at least one whip that dominated him, Habitat. Yet in the end as he comes to the end of the known habitated world, a disobedient “skuaaa” a novel way for describing in one blurted word, the sweat soaked, alcohol reeking„ impulsive, hormon driven, urgent pleasure seeking, twinkle in the eye fiending animal who yells the call… that is Fred Gall.
When off the board, his rage for the unacceptance of the present moment prevails, the bars know his face whether it’s on the establishment’s welcome list or blacklist. At any local, with the mixture of scripts and alcohol, he doesn’t have the sense to clear out quick when most normal humans would see that there is little prospect in saving face. We has to shut the place down, in limitless fashion, money or built up tolerance will not stop him. 2 options only stand to his avail. It’s go home naked with his tail tucked between his legs publicly or privately.