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Saturday, December 26, 2020
How Will You Spent Your Time, Reborn?
Hey, I got a project, can you help?
If a man asks for help, you help him. I still had a bamboo deck that my sister had given me in detroit, and I fitted some old trucks and hardware and wheels with custom rusted bearings already in place, and gripped her up and took the red line south.
To put it all out there, I can't ollie anymore. I spent some time trying, and got video evidence that technically, I can, but I feel wobbly like a baby gazelle trying to get to milk before the carnivores get there. We lit up the spot for the homie's video project, and talked about the ethics of skating historic spots and 3c showed up with a couple of friends; one of whom is a painter who likes Schiele, and another guy who I was too awkward to find out about but with whom I expect to hang out in the future. We set up the lights, did the interviews ( I filmed a bit of it. Filming interviews is a bit of a bore, but I'll do anything for IS).
It felt unbalanced being sober, in unscuffed shoes, unable to skate, on a mostly new set up. I understand why my back is so fucked up now; too much street pushing for too many years, on the same side. Don't forget to push switch kids. Gonna go back to massage torture therapy Monday morning.
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