Corey Bohan High

First up – massive fucking congrats to Boyd and Bridget on their one-year engagement. Sounds like the party was an absolute banger, and from all reports, the hangovers were real. Love is in the air, but so is the dust. Legends.

So, today was meant to be full-send mode down the GC. E-bike clips. Boyd’s new video. All locked in. That was the plan… until the post-party reality check came through with the ol’ “I’m dust” text. Fair enough – engagement hangover takes priority. But now I’m scrambling for a backup.

Quick power walk to the coffee shop – caramel cappuccino in hand, headphones on, listening to The Living Proof podcast. Gotta get the mindset right. Mid-scroll through the DMs, I spot the group chat going off. The boys are alive. The vibes are high. “LOCK IN!” is being screamed. The plan is set. My anxiety drops. We’re back on.

10:01am
Out front of the school, about to jump the fence to meet Renato and Kyle. Spirits are up. Talked a bit of shit about going sober and just going hard in the paint for a bit. Fuck it. Let’s see what happens. Ride fast, or chill... It's your life

10:49am
Feeling it. Gonna film a clip with Renato. Gave him the polite “Oi keen to film a clip?” and we’re on. Vibes are good. Energy is building. More to come…

12:39pm
Kyle’s on one. Dude’s fired up. Skavenger promo from ‘08 on the phone. We’re JUICED. Heading to the sacred grounds of Corey Bohan. Yeah, that State High. The one where he did the ice out front. If you know, you fucking know.

Leaving the first school (not Bohan’s), and we cop a full Karen moment. Lady yelling, “Smile! Smile!” mid freakout. Still filming us. Still threatening cops. Chill the fuck out, we’re just doing action sports. I walked away. Took the high road. But fuck me, I was ready to roast her on the state of her front yard. Shit looked like a tornado hit it.

1:16pm
Corey Bohan High. Kyle’s locked in. He shoots. He fucking scores. Two clips in and the man’s lit. Me? I’m struggling. Sleepy as. Mentally cooked. Renato’s feeling it too. A bit of a life chat goes down. 

2:22pm
Post-deep chat, the hunger hits. GYG sounds mint. Closest ones in the Hyperdome though – and with Christmas chaos, we’re like nahhh fuck that. Tossed up a few options, but in the end I just bailed and said I’ll eat at home. GYG hype died, energy dipped, and that was that.

A few solid clips, a couple of laughs, some deep convos, a psycho neighbour, and a dusty Boyd and Briget trying their best. It was a fucking sick day.

World peace. It ain’t weak to speak. Much love.