Ok, alright so here it is the first post on my super blog of whatever. So I have two other blogs but this one will be dedicated to just random stuff. I often feel the need to vent or discuss online but I am really, really over doing it on facebook. I mean lets face it, you basically look like a douche once you start posting political, social, religion, whatever subjects. Then people on the opposing side of your opinion tend to reply with some offensive crap and then you do it and there you go. Your a douche. Just like everyone else. Congratulations. So a little about me.
I am a 40 year old man living in a small town in the mid-atlantic region of the good old United States of America. I got married last year to someone who is without a doubt my soul mate. (if such a thing exists) Hasn't even been a year yet. What do I do when I'm not doucheing it up on the internet? I work for a construction company, I am really into cycling which seems to be slowly replacing my original thing which is and always has been skateboarding. But lets face it. I'm getting old. I still love skateboarding but it has been leaving me feeling very unsatisfied the last few years. Us old guys have a spot that we try to meet up at once a week for an old man sesh. Its a fun time. Its kind of funny, I started out riding bikes when I was a little boy , I still remember my dad teaching me to ride..." You can let go now Daddy! ", " I already did", I heard from far behind me and I then knew how to ride.
So I did that for a while and then it was on to little league baseball. I really enjoyed that too except for the fact that my teams never won. Once we made it to the playoffs but we lost our first game, I remember my coach crying because he was so proud of us for getting there. I did that for a few years until one Christmas. I got a skateboard and it was like I was born again. Cheapo plastic Makaha board with generic everything. My brother got one too. We lived in a house on the top of a big hill with a dirt and stone driveway. The only cement we had was our basement. The big thing we used to do was butt board down our long drive way, fingers holding onto the bottom of skateboards were smashed and cut by rocks flying up and finger nails were crushed by being pinched between skateboard wheels and plastic skateboard deck. It was so much fun. When it was raining outside we would go to the basement and try to knock each other off with pillows and wiffle ball bats. I remember the Beastie Boys in the background, License to Ill.
Things would soon turn sour however. I remember our asshole/pothead/teacher/landlord coming around telling us that we had to clean up all our toys and just being a general dick. The next thing I know my mom and dad were seperating. Infidelity on my Dads part. One good thing about parents getting divorced is the endless supply of toys little boys receive in hopes of either winning our love and loyalty or just out of pure guilt. Either way we made out. My mom decided to take us away to the ocean to visit my grandparents. I remember looking out of the rear window and seeing my dad waving to us with his hat and sunglasses on as he leaned over the railing of our soon to be gone home.
....to be continued.
I am a 40 year old man living in a small town in the mid-atlantic region of the good old United States of America. I got married last year to someone who is without a doubt my soul mate. (if such a thing exists) Hasn't even been a year yet. What do I do when I'm not doucheing it up on the internet? I work for a construction company, I am really into cycling which seems to be slowly replacing my original thing which is and always has been skateboarding. But lets face it. I'm getting old. I still love skateboarding but it has been leaving me feeling very unsatisfied the last few years. Us old guys have a spot that we try to meet up at once a week for an old man sesh. Its a fun time. Its kind of funny, I started out riding bikes when I was a little boy , I still remember my dad teaching me to ride..." You can let go now Daddy! ", " I already did", I heard from far behind me and I then knew how to ride.
So I did that for a while and then it was on to little league baseball. I really enjoyed that too except for the fact that my teams never won. Once we made it to the playoffs but we lost our first game, I remember my coach crying because he was so proud of us for getting there. I did that for a few years until one Christmas. I got a skateboard and it was like I was born again. Cheapo plastic Makaha board with generic everything. My brother got one too. We lived in a house on the top of a big hill with a dirt and stone driveway. The only cement we had was our basement. The big thing we used to do was butt board down our long drive way, fingers holding onto the bottom of skateboards were smashed and cut by rocks flying up and finger nails were crushed by being pinched between skateboard wheels and plastic skateboard deck. It was so much fun. When it was raining outside we would go to the basement and try to knock each other off with pillows and wiffle ball bats. I remember the Beastie Boys in the background, License to Ill.
Things would soon turn sour however. I remember our asshole/pothead/teacher/landlord coming around telling us that we had to clean up all our toys and just being a general dick. The next thing I know my mom and dad were seperating. Infidelity on my Dads part. One good thing about parents getting divorced is the endless supply of toys little boys receive in hopes of either winning our love and loyalty or just out of pure guilt. Either way we made out. My mom decided to take us away to the ocean to visit my grandparents. I remember looking out of the rear window and seeing my dad waving to us with his hat and sunglasses on as he leaned over the railing of our soon to be gone home.
....to be continued.
