Skateboarding and crying
After around 2000 attempts, I pulled a very ugly frontside 50-50 to tail and dropped back in. After pulling the trick, I realized I was the only one at the park, there was no one to celebrate my accomplishment with me. It was very hot, the middle of the day, with the sun shining brightly all around. And there I stood, alone at the edge of the bowl smiling broadly. I packed up my gear to go back to work but what I really wanted was to call Mike. I wanted to scream out with joy and hear Mike’s laughter and his appreciation that I learned a new trick that I’ve been working on for so long. Mike would not have laughed though. He would not have even answered the phone. He has been dead for over a decade. Fuck Mike! I needed someone to validate me! I needed someone to say "Cool!" I actually did feel that primordial "need" for some acknowledgement. This was weird, as I normally don't feel like I need to be heard, but I worked on this for soooo soooo long, I just wanted a nod from another like-minded soul. So after a few minutes of full blown tears of joy and yearning for my youth, I got my shit together and texted Gavin. Gavin immediately replied back to congratulate me and sent me some vid of him doing a sick ass styled out rock and roll. It was a tumultuous afternoon of me earning a badge, remembering the dead, and reviving the relationships with the living. Gavin really came through, and he'll probably never understand how much joy he gave me by acknowledging that my efforts paid off.
Here's my dope ass front side 5050. HaHA its so lame, but I did it!