If you don’t know me, please don’t feel free to call me any of the following…
Bro
Boss
Chief
Brother
Holmes
Capn’
Guy
Etc.
My friends don’t call me these things. I understand that it’s a casual form of male bonding, or maybe friendly assurance you’re not a psycho axe murderer, either way…please refrain.
Thank you.
Dang…I kinda sound like a dick. Please don’t call me that either though.
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Damn I love em.
Don’t ride em as much as I used to, sadly…hardly at all any more.
Why? Honestly…I’m scared. I had a really good slam about a year ago now, nothing broke, I walked away from it with nothing more than severely mangled pride and confidence. I’m 48, which is no big deal in the “real” world, as I have friends that are as old or older and still skating hard…but that slam was unlike any I’d had in nearly 40 years of skating. This was the first one that said,”Hey…you aren’t bulletproof anymore, this shit’s for real now.” I was skating a ditch at the time, by myself as usual. Not really sure what happened, I think probably wheel bite…but there was no tell-tale rub burn, so who knows. Long story short, I fell as hard and as fast as possible for a person of my skill sets to fall from the top of the ditch wall to the flat. There’s probably some sort of mathematical formula that could calculate the g-forces etc. experienced by my 200lbs impacting on my beloved concrete, but all I know is it hurt…BAD.
I actually lay there a while in the bottom of that drainage ditch without moving, not so much because I was hurt (I knew nothing was broken), but because I knew I had lost something. Confidence? Stoke? My youth? All of them? I don’t know. What I do know is at this point…a year down the road…is that it PISSES ME OFF. I will not go gently into that good night. Screw that. Trust me, I was never, and will never be an “A” list ripper…but I love it and it hurts that it’s not there. I want skateboarding back in my life.
To my skate friends…I’m sorry I dropped the torch. Let’s skate.
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I haven’t updated/posted/blogged/vomited personal information in a while…sorry. I hope the 3 of you that read this have been secure enough in your own lives, that the lack of updates on mine hasn’t thrown you asunder. I’m good, great even. Busy as always, but still upright and smiling.
I pledge to get back here and contribute…but just not right now.
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Good Friday? Really? I mean I get the commemoration of “dying for our sins”…but still…there’s something sorta twisted about celebrating a crucifixion.
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as the lowly shart. That’s all I really have to say on the matter.
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Whenever I get this reply to a “Thank You” of my own…I’m torn. Do I just mutter another “thank you” and hope that no further exchange is required, or do I reply…”Well I’d like to but unfortunately I’m mired with pious sheeple, not unlike yourself, so unfortunately it appears I’ll be doomed to an eternity of snappy, saccharine, Hallmarkish well wishes such as this…but, thank you.”
I may be an sacrilegious ass. But I do manage to maintain good manners.
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They Jiggle.
Today’s visual feat of merriment…
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The Coyote’s stash of Acme Weapons of Mass destruction, at the end, weren’t enough. Win to the Roadrunner…
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