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8:00. time to get dressed. turn on some music. fuck stress. Prozac and cereal. then run to the door. grab my board. and fucking hit the floor. time to go. and go and go.
the faint repetitive sound. cruising along. I don't have to be anywhere. at anytime. there's no rush. it's all good. I'm riding on a new board. through an old neighborhood.
I'm a New York pirate and I walk the seven streets. Sailing by on my skateboard with my converse on my feet. I wear a purple hoodie and a cap to cover my face.
I awoke today at 1300 after 6 hours sleep. Buzzing from the night before and not hungover for a change for the first day of the year.
The noise, the vibrations, the feeling, the overwhelming sense of movement when your standing on your skateboard moving in and around people in a town the sound of the wheels hitting the cracks...
Tonight I had an amazing skate. O man it was truly great. Everything went right, I hope I can recreate tonight. I haven't skated in awhile, Due to rain, tonight was really wild.
Today I saw the most wonderful family. We were at a skatepark watching two little kids skate circles around the larger ones.
Time period 1976 Placing my record "MEATLOAF BAT OUT OF HELL". I put on my flouncy blue tank top while singing " YOU TOOK THE WORDS RIGHT OF MY MOUTH.
Fang stands beside me, draping his arm round my shoulders. He has a smug smile on his face which I would love to hit right now.
"I came alone, does that mean I'll be able to go early?" She teased. He smiled. "It doesn't quite work like that..." He let his voice trail off as he looked at a spot in the sky behind her head.
Me. My name is Dima, friends call me Dee or Dimi. I am Swedish. And I love being me. I skate on my skateboard. Been doing that for 2 months now. I skate to the beach or to the skatepark.
You showed me your family portrait once when we were back in school, dressed up in neatly pressed uniforms and living school day by day like tuckered out kids.
My hamster has a skateboard. When he rides it, though, he falls. He takes off like a maniac and crashes into walls. He screams, "Geronimo!" and then goes crashing down the stairs.
He was a boy with a dream. A dream which he soon made real. He left everyone behind. Never wanted to choose sides. He skated like a pro. He wasn't scared of them no.
I keep my rigid control, my steady downhill roll. Shock pumping iron, Deathstar climax spiral. Best fucking move it, When I'm in here grooving. Spazzy legs doing the crawl. My body in crazy control.
I tried that morning, to hide the cuts the cement created on my shoulders and wrists and knees. Long boarding was the best way for me to communicate with the dead boy even if I payed with the pain.
As we were walking along the pier. I saw him there. Robbie. He was standing there, next to the Scoop. I stopped walking, and stared. "Red. What's up babe?" Kay asked, looking in my direction.
I unlocked the door to the flat, and walked in. Kay was perched on the coffee table, biting her nails. When she saw me, she leaped up and flung her arms around my neck.
We walked out of the room. Jonny clutched the Yankees cap in his hands, and I clutched Kay's hand. The doctor told us to go home, but, right now, that was the last place we wanted to be.
What was going on?. Ever since I had met Jonny and Kay my life had been spiralling out of control. Although that wasn't necessarily a bad thing... I had to give a statement to the police, which was...
I slept on the couch, while Jonny was in my room. I didn't know the time, but I could imagine it was early. Just then, something thumped my in the stomach.
"Turns out.", Jonny started, "I've only broken my left arm, and my right leg. It's the way it hit me, you see." He seemed completely calm about the whole scenario.
The next day was boring, it was just the three of us, moping around the flat. Bored.
The second the alarm went off, 7:00am, I ran down the hall and into my room. It turned out she was already awake. She saw me standing in my boxers at the door.