(As a prelude I got a new skateboard about 3 weeks ago. 3 days after I got it I rolled my ankle and have barely rode it since. And last nite about 9:30 this excitement all began).
Wow... it sounded like a great idea for a not too chilly Sunday afternoon. "Hey Josh, come with us downtown; we're gonna bomb the parking deck".
'Bombing the parking deck' is a fantastically bad idea. If you are running short on bad ideas then there ya go buddy.
It works like this. 'Bombing' involves attempting to take a nasty hill and ride it like someone drops in on a wave. One huge difference though: waves are much more forgiving than concrete parking decks.
On the first run I barely made it 20 feet without jumping off my board. It felt as if I was cruising at about 98 mile an hour and beginners are not designed to do that.
2nd floor I started about half way down and made it to the plateau without DYING.
Finally managed to make it down one floor.
So by now I'm feeling cocky. WOO WOO! The echoes are bouncing off the parking deck walls.
........and it ends badly.
Decided to 'carve' a little bit on the concrete and couldn't make the turn at the end of the hill.
Ate it big time.
....and just when my knee was almost healed from rolling my ankle......
-it is what it is-
-joshua-
there's nothing like a handful of words to depict the madness of daily life. it seems so simple sometimes yet the maddening truth is that there is nothing simple about it. you never know when life will creep up on you and bite. i only hope to guide someone thru the chaos.
sheltons
-four boys-
word reign
welcome to my blog..... it means nothing and is nothing...
it is what it is..... hope everyone enjoys these late nite musing and ravings. Word Reign (Rain) let the words just fall down like rain.
some sort of paradox i think... at least that's what i was going for. welcome to my world.
it is what it is
-i think they like me-
take this with you
The streets are exteneded gutters and the guttrs are full of blood and when the drains finally scab o ver, all the vermin will drown. the accumulated filth of all their sex and muder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper--"no".
-Rorschach
go then--there are other worlds than these.
-jake
never explain, never apologize.
-HST
passions penned, blood and ink spill
forgotten is the prophet... writing still
-jps
-Rorschach
go then--there are other worlds than these.
-jake
never explain, never apologize.
-HST
passions penned, blood and ink spill
forgotten is the prophet... writing still
-jps
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