..is because Beerbar is back and I have been spending my past several days of scheming on a way to skate there for an excess of thirty seconds before some guy dressed in yellow reflectors kicks me out.

Quote of the Week: “I love seeing niggas get shot and I like dollars.” - Jadakiss

(Most uninspired post in Quarter Snacks history, I know. But fuck you.)

The underage drinking community recently suffered a significant loss to its already depleting body of alcoholic resources when The Hat put an end on “to-go” margaritas. This beverage was favored heavily by the 16-20 age group, because in exchange for the meager sum of $8.00, customers would receive a cool, refreshing, whopping five ounces of margarita, composed largely of Georgi Vodka and cost-efficient margarita mix, concealed in a plastic cup. The plastic cup would enable patrons to consume the beverage just outside the immediate vicinity from the location where it was purchased. Unknowing police officers would overlook the unsuspicious group of seventeen-year-olds non-chalantly posted up against a wall on Stanton Street at 2:30AM on a Wednesday night, all drinking from similar cups, which they likely presumed to be a family-friendly beverage like Kool-Aid, or Hi-Ci (for the white people).

Underage drinkers have had a range of reactions. While some reacted furiously, others greeted the news with a wave of cool indifference. “Little” Kevin Tierney, 18, of Astoria, Queens, who would often save up his lunch money for the purchase of his weekly margarita on Fridays is among the many left to cope with the emptiness left by The Hat, “Yo, that’s o.d., yo. How [are] they gonna do that, yo? That’s o.d.” Others have began to discover that perhaps they did not derive as much joy from The Hat as they may have once believed. Matthew Mooney, 20, of Spring Street, SoHo, brushed the ban on to-go margaritas off with little concern, “I don’t give a fuck. That place is gay anyways.”

Many L.E.S. cultural commentators and trend forecasters have compiled a variety of theories regarding what the future may hold for the beloved Stanton Street staple. Many have speculated that it would soon run out of business, granted that the overpriced margaritas, combined with the abundance of underage drinkers getting an early start on ruining their lives have helped pay the rent. Others believe that the “sub-par” food, and Mexican decor of The Hat is enough to maintain a healthy stream of Bridge and Tunnel drinkers, equipped with IDs, Diesel jeans, and the mandatory popped-collar button-up shirt.

We will keep you posted on more of this story as developments come in.

Everyone is well aquatinted with the phrase, “all good things come to an end.” But it seems like in skateboarding, most careers do not see the start of their demise until the given culprit is approaching the 21 mark, where they become accustomed to the high life embodied by beer, liquor, weed, pills, hoes and occasionally heroin. New York recently began to feel the pain when one of our most promising upstarts (meaning he could do things besides front shoves and 180s over trash cans) was lost to a life of decadence forever.

This past weekend went something like this: Thursday night BD was spotted outside of the Fish (at approximately 11PM, mind you), screaming “I got dat Switch Mike ID.” Friday night, the words “BD RULES” were found etched in front of some other trashy Avenue C place. Saturday night, after all of these situations begin to point towards a new, dark chapter in BD’s career, I hear, “I saw BD in Lit the other night…by himself.”

Fake IDs, the leading killer of careers in New York.

John Roman updated his site with legitimate photographs.

Stick Up Kids posted one of my favorite internet skate clips in a while, with a selection of really good, and seldom seen spots, in addition to a somewhat inferior to the original, but still welcome change of pace song selection.

Quote of the Week: Zack Malfa-Kowaski: “Did you get that board at the mall?”
Hippie Save-the-Whales Liberal White Girl on a Cruiser Board: “No, Paragon.”

I am well aware of the fact that this is destined to be the most hated-on thing in Quarter Snacks history, but we had to see the dream realized and brought to a reality. The few involved, and the many exposed shall remain unnamed for fear of never being able to have a job ever again. The is a scenesploitation feature of what skateboarding in New York really is..

Handycam Snacks: Volume 1

This might as well be a documentary about the horrors of Ludlow Street, and what happens when you drop out of college to pursue a career in retail. Lucky star…