too bad. Yesterday I worked 7:20am to 6:15pm. 10.15 hours. I'm pretty used
to having short hair again, it makes the mornings easier. My head gets cold,
but it's fine. I'm thinking about starting a blog about skating and
potentially having it linked to this blog. If I could, I'd scan in all the
old Transworld and Thrasher's I have and show people shit from when I
started skating and how much the weird little industry has changed.
In England a little kid (13) is a father. What the fuck? When I was 13...I
was skating. I was heavily into Blink 182, Jimmy Eat World, etc. and I wore
checkered shoes. wait, is 13 8th grade? or 9th? Either way, I'd have either
Vans Cab 5's (super ugly if anybody can find a picture) or Vans Rowley XLT's
and DVS Reactors. I can remember every shoe I've worn over the years, it's
really dumb. But I digress...I could not be a father. In no way could I (now
or then). That's nutty. I was still learning algebra, how could I be
socially responsible for a small human being. So weird.
Mmmm. Coffee at work isn't bad today.
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