You watch enough skate videos and read enough skate
magazines over 20 years and walking the streets of Los Angeles is like traversing
your subconscious in a way. I was
standing on an extremely random street corner when I realized that HeathKirchart, a personal favorite since forever, had once patched this crack here
and that one all the way over there and then he walked up that hill over there
and rode down here and kickflipped from here all the hell the way over this
fire hydrant and then he kept on rolling into his “retirement” not terribly
long ago. I seriously missed my
crosswalk like twice or three times, or who knows I was someplace else because
I was zoning out on this, standing there staring at the sidewalk and this fire
hydrant, and as I turn to continue on my way, finally full, I guess to wander
aimlessly more, when I come face to face a big group of people
who had been in my training class all day, in a way the group I’m supposed to
be a member of, in the middle of the crosswalk, people I didn't make dinner plans with, and here I am staring at the
weirdest wall in LA for no reason anyone could ever fathom, and I turned on my
heel and walked away as quickly as possible, my face on fire and now I’m like
cursing under my breath at how connected I feel to the ground and the cracks in
the sidewalk and the pitch of a wheelchair accessible corner of a street in a
city I’ve been to 3 times in my life but have spent thousands and thousands of
hours studying and how disconnected that makes me from this peer group I’m supposed
to be in. Life of a nerd I guess. Skate for life.
11/6/13
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