Kansas City has more spots than anyone could hit in a month so we decided to stick around for another day of street skating before we hopped on the road to our next demo stop in St. Louis. But not before we bid a fond farewell to Tony Trujillo who got injured back in Des Moine.


Being in a van on a skate trip is much like going to war, I'd imagine, except totally different. But there are similarities: tension gets so high that everyone is on the verge of snapping or murder by the end of it, the guy next to you can either save you or get you killed and the only way to deal with the situation is to arm yourself to the teeth. And so it was quickly decided that once we dropped Tony off that we should proceed directly to Mickey's Surplus, your one-stop shopping for armageddon! I've been to army surplus stores and never seen anything like this. Hell, i've been on military bases with Pfanner and seen less weaponry. If you have any hinkering to deliver some death Mickey's is the spot for you. Need grenades? A rocket launcher perhaps? Rambo knife? Samurai sword? Gas mask? Whatever form of warfare you are looking to partake in Mickey's has got you covered. Arthur Bryant's was tasty but nothing smells better than the smell of napalm in the morning.










Armed and ready for combat we stopped for the only other supplies street soldiers need: beer and potato chips. Permission to shred granted.







The midnight sky to St. Louis crashed down as Mother Nature pissed hard and heavy skate stoppers on our window. The boys might just have to get their Pat Duffy on at today's demo for Infinity...