THRASH

Yesterday, we thrashed. All day. It was hot. We sweated. A lot. Peter Ate it. Hard. Twice. All in All, a lot of fun. 

Probably wondering, "hmmm, which no-comply should I do?" Or he was just amazed at Peter's consistent nollie heels over the wall. 

Astonished, Confused, Wondering, Pondering.
Portrait.
Hugh is so badass!
Sam, of course killing it, as usual. - Fs Cruntslide the whole damn thing!
The crew.
MMMMMmmmm.... smells like meat!
I noticed Peter took off his good luck charm, maybe that's why he fell?

A good fall for sure.
Yep. Sometimes you just gotta slam and take it like a man. 
What's black and white but really red? ... Peter's blood on his shirt in this photo.