of all the things i miss the most...
I miss my sanity least of all compared to my skakeboard. Man although my lip hasn't fully healed sense my last venture (november 04) its just starting to get nice again. And sense moving here i've been up and down on the east side and other places where i can cause havock. I think thats one of the things i like about skating in general.
The subtle art to how you look at terain. Like the first time you expiment with psycodelic drugs and begin to love art. Just skating changes how you see walkways and stairs and parking lots. I dunno i've been saying that last paragraph sense i was 12. If anyone reading this part thinks i'm full of shit, you've just sided with my father. Or future me as i now think of him.
So all the drive over the east side i'm just mapping out different spots when it dawns on me. For all the day dreaming i do about skateboarding....i don't actully have my skateboard with me. Mom and dad have been back 3 times now and have forgotten it. There was no room when i was first moving cause well mom was just being a bitch that day i suppose.
But conviently enough my mom and dad will be town 1st week of april. meaning along with hugs comic books and the occasiona; sliped 20$ my board comes back. Than it all slide downhill. (when i first started again last year i skiped about two weeks of my first semester at community college to be two blocks away skating and falling my heart out!)
I miss my sanity least of all compared to my skakeboard. Man although my lip hasn't fully healed sense my last venture (november 04) its just starting to get nice again. And sense moving here i've been up and down on the east side and other places where i can cause havock. I think thats one of the things i like about skating in general.
The subtle art to how you look at terain. Like the first time you expiment with psycodelic drugs and begin to love art. Just skating changes how you see walkways and stairs and parking lots. I dunno i've been saying that last paragraph sense i was 12. If anyone reading this part thinks i'm full of shit, you've just sided with my father. Or future me as i now think of him.
So all the drive over the east side i'm just mapping out different spots when it dawns on me. For all the day dreaming i do about skateboarding....i don't actully have my skateboard with me. Mom and dad have been back 3 times now and have forgotten it. There was no room when i was first moving cause well mom was just being a bitch that day i suppose.
But conviently enough my mom and dad will be town 1st week of april. meaning along with hugs comic books and the occasiona; sliped 20$ my board comes back. Than it all slide downhill. (when i first started again last year i skiped about two weeks of my first semester at community college to be two blocks away skating and falling my heart out!)