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This one’s got a story:
It’s built from the first skateboard I ever tried to learn tricks on. I was just a kid, thinking I could pull off something out of Tony Hawk's Underground. But I went flying like a butterfly...high enough to hit fear mid-sentence. But somehow, I landed. On my feet. Not even a scratch.
My grandma (God bless her soul) was watching from the window of her house and swears I did a full mid-air flip—like a 360° somersault (κολοτούμπα in greek) and stuck the landing like something had grabbed me and flipped me on purpose. She said maybe it was a spirit or maybe an angel (all greek grandma witches believe in the supernatural). All I know is I kept the board.
Now it’s JUJU-K.O. if there ever was a spirit I imagine that it wore this mask with fingerboards for eyebrows (because tiny skateboards riding a big one? Yeah! ), a gold tooth, a horn, and the kind of face that doesn’t blink. It’s got attitude, it’s got history, and it’ll stare down any trick you throw at it.
Flip it over and you’ll find my mark:
"Only Rats Know This Town."
Because they do. They’ve seen the underbelly. And they don’t flinch.
Signed, sealed by your truly and still rolling.