Jack Greer is a mischievous jerk with devilish grin. Actually, no. I take that back. He is not a jerk but a young man, always up to something crafty, something scandalous, something serious. These are quintessential times and he’s the documenter of his kindred crew. So let’s take a look through his eyes, a step in his Vans sk8 highs, and into his slick shit, sick shit: zines. Here’s Hangin Out, edition 1 of 6, 2007.

Situations that could not be captured by an outsider.

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Oh hey Nick.

Summer 2007, edition 1 of 4

Precious slumbering, Alex Dyck.

Bad seeds.

This is our friend Matt and that’s his bike he was riding when he was hit and dragged by a U-haul while riding in Manhattan last summer. No details, but he is doing OK now.

Pizza pizza

My favorite, Young Men, 2008

Road trips and day-to-day excursions…

Ew, Gaylen. (I bet he wiped with a rock or a leaf.)

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MAGGIE LEE