Skateboards and Hollywood

There’s this moment, right before stumbling off your board, where you ask yourself, “Really? Did I have to try and get fancy right here right now? Were the potential flair points really worth the mouthful of gravel I’m about to eat?” Then you’re falling. Then you’re meeting asphalt. Mucho gusto. Igualmente. Tucking, rolling, sliding, anything you can do to keep the wounds surface-level only, because you’d rather not test the limits of your paltry health insurance. I throw in a prayer, too: please dear sweet Jesus I hope nobody saw that… “Hey man, you alright?” a man on the sidewalk
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