Today's post came from last nights Lead Poets Society drawing night. We just did a free draw and I brought my brown paper with me. It's a quick doodle really, but I'm pleased with it for what it is.
This is really about a time I miss most in my life. When I think about the past, I don't get sappy or wish I could go back...except when I think about my years of skating. This really was the most fun time in my life. We had a decent size crew, I would say anywhere from 5 to 20 guys on any given day. And we skated, every...single...day. If it was sunny and dry we were on the streets and if it was rainy we would go to I-Level (huge indoor skate park) or if it was to late for that, we would hit the parking garages. Besides the indoor park, we had dirty ass, lowlife spots as well. A club called Arkham that looked like some Mad Max shit with ramps that we built. Another spot that a friends dad gave us. A giant body shop on a closed Ford Dealership which we named SHUTDOWN. It was like we never ran out of batteries and everyday would show new wounds of some sort. Learning new tricks, watching your friends break limbs, getting that new board or wheels, FUCK!!!! I loved that shit.
We always sat around talking about how we'd all still be skating with each other when we were older, and getting gray, like we would be the ones to defy the odds and never stop skating. To my knowledge, none on my crew remains. A few have died, both from natural causes and some dumb ass drug shit. A few are in prison for all types of stupid shit, and I swear, one is in there for killing a guy. I wish it was shocking, but he was always bat shit crazy. And the rest, like myself, just got older and moved on. (Though, I do still have a board that mocks me from it's home in the closest.) Now it's been too long for me to be able to do anything but just role around, and maybe, just maybe, attempt some weak ass ollie. Oh well, I'll always have the Tony Hawk games to make me feel like I still have it.