I think I was around 15 when my Dad was 40 and thought, "Man he's old. There's no way I'll be skating at that age."

It felt like I was a bucket full of holes. Things kept going in but just as quickly, they'd drain out. So I had people telling me I was this and that and then I'd feel pressure to perform up to their standards, jumping through hoops so I could live up to their expectations.

Two weeks after the arrested I was on the phone with my wife and we said a prayer and I was crying and just so happy, I can't even explain it. It was euphoric. People said I went from freedom my whole life to prison, but in reality, I went from imprisonment and bondage of sin and death my whole life, to finding freedom in a prison cell.

Kids get caught up in technical & electronic things like games & videos when all we had were magazines.

I spent five years in prison, a free man for the first time in my whole life.

I read the different translations of the Bible they had and really just dove into it, almost so I could prove it all right.

I was introduced to skateboarding through my father. He was a surfer back in the 50's & 60's in Hawaii, where my parents grew up. They later moved to California and I was born. Skateboarding was the thing for surfers here in California in the 60's and my Dad immediately made me a homemade board.