Dogtown

Its 3:20 AM, and Watching dogtown. I remember these times. I remember the early days of skateboarding magazine, of new innovations and these guys seemed like my people. Its funny how 30 years changes things. How perspectives change, how life changes. Older and wiser.

I’ve made a habit of bearing my heart into this blog. I don’t know why, but its a release I don’t get anywhere else. I feel pretty anonymous here, and I’ve come to the point that I feel pretty safe dumping out whats on my mind. I know there are people that read it, and I do get some feedback now and again that makes me feel better. Even with no feedback, I still feel better. Life is for living…. for feeling. For experiencing, and I’m watching new phases unfold of things to live and feel.

We’re all humans. We think, we feel, we take our bruises and scuffs and move on. No one gets out of this without these things, and the ones who don’t miss a lot I think.

I need a good ride. It’s been a rough summer. One a good long solo bike ride would answer pretty handily. I appreciate the kudos from my friends here who offer encouragement, but honestly you gotta know I’m not looking for that. I think most times I’m just looking for an answer, and theres always an answer.

Dogtown. these guys figured out some cool shit. I had some of these guys boards. I had a bitchen tony alva board I used to ride pools and ramps with, as well as a raybonez rodriguez board which was classic. THe alva board had so much concave, I used to joke I could eat a bowl of cereal out of it, and I think I was right. I remember draining swimming pools in the middle of the night, and building more half pipes than I can probably count with my friends. We were free. We had fun. We were bro’s. Some of these guys are still friends to this day. All older now, and wiser, but we had our day with skateboarding.