The year was 2002 and John Feick had a good thing going for him.
He was 16-years-old and on the come up. Between the older dudes vouching for him, the local shop supporting him and the skatepark groms stalking him, it seemed as if it was just a matter of time before he would be trading out the rough surface of his neighborhood’s abandoned hockey rink for the smooth, sunny California schoolyards. And then came a wake up call – the wake up call. Read the rest of this entry »