So I found an old deck in my garage today. Thought it'd be cool to just cruise around, maybe ollie once or twice. Once I rolled around a bit and got the old familiar feeling back and felt my gravity was cool enough, I started popping shove-its, hitting some little grinds and trying to kickflip for the first time in about 6 years. It was good times, I was having fun and feeling young again. Skateboarding always drew me in because my anger just left my body, once I was on my board. Still does. While I'm not as angry as I used to be, I still hold a lot in my heart. But this morning I felt great. Wind in my hair, feet moving, board flipping below them. That feeling of doing something you're good at. Man it was great.
Then I was reminded why I don't do this anymore. It's not the pain either. I'm a fucking tank. Don't get me wrong, it hurts. God it hurts. But now, I have a dog to walk, chores, kids to take of and work to go to. I can barely fucking walk. It's not just the knees. Came down hard on my wrist and my ankle got twisted too. I am a dumbass. But I am a dumbass who had a bunch of fun. Oh well. That's life. Enjoy some awesome music vids, while I clean the blood off my floors.
First, enjoy this Macklemore video. Best non 80s, 80s song, EVER!
Then check out C2C, awesome turntable group
That knee pic isn't actually mine, my phone is just a dick and won't upload right now. My left knee is pretty fucking trashed and bloody.But my right one is about the same as the photo.