This Is My Electronic Flow
So, tomorrow’s the fuckin’ contest and it’s gonna be hot as all hell. 95 degrees, I think. They also said that it’ll reach 100 degrees in the afternoon. I want to get there early to practice for a bit. Maybe at 1:30 or so. If Cheyenne gets too hot, I will walk her back. I’m hoping to win. I’m not much of a contest skater; last time I entered, I lost. I always lose in the stupidest way. But, no negative thoughts. Soakin’ my ankles for the night.
Reality
It’s cascading down like the Twin Towers.
I go to the park and swing on the swings.
Watching it burn down and thinking I can’t do anything.
Boop
There goes all my enthusiasm for opening my new board. Fuckin’ aaaaaaa.
Meh
Holy shit. Never in my life have I had the strongest urge to skate until now. I just finished watching Mike Mo’s First Hand; it hit me. Every time I watch it, I know exactly how Mike feels about skateboarding and towards the relationship with his brother. The feeling is so overwhelming. My new board should be coming in either tomorrow or Thursday, hopefully. I’m so fucking excited. I feel like I’m 10 years old again, getting my first board. I crave the feeling immensely. Sometimes I wish that my brother kept on skating, I really do. He would’ve gone somewhere with it.
There is a whole new generation of kids skating at West Lawn now. And I feel like natural selection is taking its place and picking off my friends that I used to skate with. Right now, the only people that still skate are Aaron, Xavier (85.7% sure), and I. There you used to be so, so many. And, just as I foresaw when I was younger, they all had quit. I knew it was going to happen. I knew that Aaron was still going to keep on skating. He was very competitive and cocky with others that I knew; right then and there I knew that his lust for attention was going to be the fuel for him to keep on skating, but I know he loves it just as much as I do. I don’t want to be an asshole and brag, but I am the one who further progressed in the skill of skateboarding. Sometimes I hate it and sometimes I don’t. By being the “best”, people expect pure perfection out of you. That bit annoyed me very much.
Kids and my friends have asked me how did I get so good? What is your secret? There is no fuckin’ secret, children. I skated for all the right reasons. I fell in love with it. I wasn’t born into it with the thought of going pro and having riches. I was brought into it by love, pure love. As gay as it sounds, I love my brother, and I love him even more for taking me under his wing and bringing me into this beautiful art form. I remember him teaching me how to do ONE trick and one trick alone: kickflip. That was it. I would get mad and upset that he wouldn’t teach me others. But then he told me that I have to teach and learn myself. From that point on I was headstrong.
There is no book or person to teach nor show you the answers. You just have to deal with it yourself. So now when people ask me for advice on a trick, sure I’ll give ‘em advice. But I tell them that you’ll learn eventually. I know it sounds like such an asshole thing to say, but it’s true. And hopefully that they’ll create their own path and not follow me, or anyone else.
