You may come across this sub and begin seeing pictures of random stair sets, ledges, ramps etc.
I figure I'll explain it ahead of time.
These spots are hallowed ground for a lot of skaters.
When you start getting your bearings as a skater you start looking at architecture a bit differently.
Ledges, rails, stairs, benches attract your attention along with the environment in which they exist. You start paying attention to the conditions of the pavement. You start looking at take off and landing areas.
Questions like:
"How's the runway?"
"How's the landing?"
"Is the rail sturdy?"
"Is the bench rounded?"
We become both architects and structural engineers.
"What kind of concrete?"
"Marble? I'm in."
"Police presence?"
These kind of things go through our minds because it determines how well a "trick" could work out. So smooth concrete runway, good rail, good smooth landing area is perfect. A large pavilion with loads of concrete benches no one uses is fantastic. Maybe a little fountain for atmosphere.
I grew up fucking ages ago and we were taught race wasn't anything.
Somewhere along the line the fucking rug got pulled.
I get so sick of Midwestern farmers and blue collar getting shit on
Meanwhile where's imitate one another for money.
I'm about to blow my lid.
It all started with "The Matrix." Was watching it on a old CRT 22".
I absolutely hate society and everything about it. I've come to terms with Smith and his monolgue about hating humans and Cypher saying he just wants to forget.
I dunno if you goats have this or not. My childhood and teenage memories feel like they expanded and lasted for years. 13-18. Five years and so much changed. My mom lost the battle when I was 18. Cancer.
Time started progressing fast. Every day was largely the same. Money, paying bills, tax rates, 401k returns, moving up the ladder. Getting groceries, cleaning, just to sleep and do it all over again.
Friends change. Lose touch. Reestablish contact and you still have that bond buts never gonna be the same. They have kids now. They also have shit going on. So they can pay to sleep. No going back.
Summer memories in a photo album may be all that's left. Can't go back. That place is gone and so is the town. Infested now.
Older now. I still feel young but the face in the mirror says otherwise.
Ya start asking did I waste it? Questions like a rolodex appear in your thoughts while you try and sleep.
Ya start asking is this as good as it's gonna get? I worked my life for this? For my struggles, paying taxes, being a good citizen. This is the payoff?
