Until I started skating again, it was easy to say what the best trick I had ever landed was; the kind of event when you are momentarily better than you were were before or since. About 20 years later, I did something about about as good. As much as I believe that skating isn't about the tricks, well, I suppose sometimes, it is about the tricks. It doesn't hurt that a lot of people I respect saw this one. Two decades ago, three people saw it. I can replay every detail of the three tries before I landed it, and every minutae of the time I landed it. I can remember what I ate and drank that night, and I can remember throwing McDonald's french fries out of the window at oncoming windshields afterwards. I often wonder where those dudes are now. I hope that in 2036, I can remember this session with the same sort of detail. I can't honestly ask for another one like it, because a third best trick of my life would be too much to ask. I am not a positive person, or good at skating, but I can't wait for the future to happen.
Fuck, I am definitely too excited to sleep.
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