The Thousands

At a coffee shop in my hometown I ran into my friend Jon, who I skated with when we were teenagers. While his toe-headed son Mylo played we talked about old times; Jon recalled, “We were dicks! We’d crash parties, walk into bars like we owned the place. I was never an instigator. I’d just sit back and watch, like, ‘what’s gonna happen tonight?’”

What’s rad about Odd Future and probably what’s got “old” white dudes like me interested is they broadcast that vibe worldwide; the fun of being a young skate punk, being kind of a dick and not caring. We get to watch without instigating.

This book is mainly photos, sandwiched between a bit of Tyler’s Always Amusing Soundbite-Based Prose. It’s not amazing or anything; it’ll make the haters fume, but the diehards will swoon. It’s got pizza shots, Sharpie tees, homemade tats, posing for pictures, cute skate outfits, girl action, skate photos, and lots of bird flipping, showing the crew can be as creative, silly, funny and offensive in real life as they are on recordings.

My favorite photo is the crew sitting on their boards, on the curb, eating take out. Skaters are the best at hanging out, and hanging out is the best thing in the world. So why is anyone surprised we all love Wolf Gang?