Fucking Freedom!!!!

America's birthday. Celebrating freedom. Three day weekend. Epic.

Andrew started it off with getting a French Braid.

Gangster.

Diesel was chilling.

Trying to teach the dog some frisbee.

The 4th started with red beers in the backyard, hanging under the tree to stay out of the rain.

On the way back from watching fireworks I saw this awesome mailbox.

We also found this guy, Hood, who had broken his collar and run away from the fireworks. After a Craigslist Found ad and 30 minutes we were able to reunite him with his owner.

The Mean Jeans were supposed to play at this party. I rolled in late from dealing with the lost dog and it was chaos.

Tom was in the middle of yelling at some crust punk chick. She made some comment about his tie dyed shirt, he told her to shut the fuck up, she tried to kick him in the balls. This sparked an eruption in the kitchen that quickly spilled outside. Not 2 minutes later Tom rolled back in looking like this from a smashed bottle to the head.

All was calm until the punk kids (or in all reality wanna-be punk kids) walked back into the kitchen. Mayhem ensued once again.

That is my skateboard getting used as a weapon.

Spilling back outside.

This is the kid who lives at the house. He had to bummed. Here he's calling out the guy who smashed the bottle on Tom's head.

Douchebag.

Bummed.

Then there were 7 or 8 cop cars. They didn't really do anything as far as I could tell.

So we moved it along to celebrate more freedom.

All the fighting didn't do anything to phase Tom's physique.

Dudebarn dog party.

This is the damage Tom sustained.

Doggy drop in.

(dude)Barn sale!

Kool Thing perched and ready to pounce like a good pigmy panther.

Kyle killing it.

Sunday we skated these weird metal things that will some day soon be the hull of a boat.

Military water craft.