I found a spot down at the pharmacy school parking lot. It's a great space for a skateboarder in his or hers mid thirtydom. There are a couple speed bumps. A curb. A lil' hill. I was trying backside 180 kickflips. I couldn't even kickflip. I kept going for it and kicking it away like some sort of pussy. I felt like a dick. Then I remembered.... "What did you do when you first learned to kick flippity bro? Take it on a path that stood in the grass yo." Whoa.
Listening to some Cage/ Camu. Sorry new Cage... but old heavyset drug lovin' Cage was good. You were better when you weighed over 230. I stood by you cage. I bought your "Movies For The Blind" and stood strong as naysayers naysaid on the sidelines.
"He's just an angry white kid" they would say.
"Naw, he's good." I would say.
I would looooove to move to some sort of mid west township with a drive thru coffee place right next to the flea market. Flea Market on Saturdays and half of Sunday.
I remembered... you got to ollie.... then flip. Kick the tail, either roll the front foot out or kick it down!
I did three kickflips in a row. Then when I went to buy some dogfood.... this is crazy and you are not going to believe it but it's true, I walked out my door and saw a couple 'o med students on skateboards. The boards were of the no nose/no tail/no kick variety.
I actually walked out my front door in a nonchalance manner as they settled into a luke warm sans-push ride down Chester Ave. I spit out my toothpick and caught up to them in four pushes. I bummed the chick out when I went for a curb cut in- out maneuver. In the chick's defense, her boyfriend was way behind. I guess I felt a bit of intensity as I set their brain pom-poms on fire. I did a tiny shifty ollie over a manhole cover. A bunch of other stuff happened as well.
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