A Skater's Journal

Stories from my life as a skateboarder in Austin, TX.

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7/24/17 | ~2:00 P.M.

     So today at the bus stop I was chillin’, smoking a cigarette in solitude while waiting for my bus--the #7. A fellow busser, an older lady dressed in skimpy clothing, looking very malnourished and skinny (assumably due to hard drugs), soon joined me and asked to bum a smoke. When I told her, “How about I sell you one for 50 cents,” she flipped out and began reciting a manic monologue of every bad thing that has happened in her life.      ...This went on for sometime, and I clearly showed no interest.      Minutes pass, my cigarette is long out, still no bus. I decide to light another... and I offered the lady one this time because I had a soft spot toward some of the details of her negative happenings. As she lights it, another lady passes by and asks her for a drag. She replies with something kind of fiendish and more charged than just a “no” ...yelling begins between them... ...fight ensues... ...all because of a drag off a cigarrette...       My bus finally comes.

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7/22/17 | 1:55 P.M.

     I’m about to go give another shot at this trick down the Parmer 11 stair. Been riddled with unsettling feelings since I woke up today. Probably because I’ve been drinking and smoking like hell for the last few days. Stressed and working a lot. I was thinking so much of her this morning that it’s dumb. She’s obviously not worried about me. And, if this is her final form, then she’s turned into an idiot. 

     Why has my mind got me fucked up, then?

     You could say love, maybe, or maybe obsession. Regardless, it was a promising affair turned rotten. There has to be someone better.      I’m stoked that I’m even going out to the Parmer 11 to do this trick--it’ll give me something to think about while I work the entirety of tomorrow.      Fuck yeah, bro. 

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Kev and Caswell Berry

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7/14/17 | 5:00 P.M.

Contest rained out.

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7/14/17 | 2:15 P.M.

     The Zumiez dudes just showed up and have begun setting up for the contest.       ...Can’t tell if I am feeling super focused or anxious from how tired I am. Probably both haha.

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7/14/17 | 1:15 P.M.

     I’m currently waiting on the Best Foot Forward contest to start at Lake Fairfax Park. It’s hot as balls, arguably as hot as Texas (ehhh.. yeah, right). It’s gonna be more of an endurance contest than anything. I’m kind of tripping on factors not dealing with the contest though. - I’ve been thinking a lot of her--I believe this is because I’m in VA. I tend to think of her when I’m here. Sigh.

- Most of my friends, whom I camped with the night previous stayed up all night partying... not that that’s a bad thing, persay. I wanted everyone to have an awesome time. But, now, the next day, everyone is hurt except for me lol.  - One of the guys that I was stoked about having on this trip is dipping out early, but, fuck it, it’s been a while since he’s done anything like a two-day skating and camping fiasco...so I’m going to have to come to peace with him being tired. I must be weary of this heat. I feel good.

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TX -> VA

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7/12/17 | 6:05 A.M.

     It was a stretch to get up after about an hour of sleep. I could’ve got more rest if I wasn’t paranoid about packing for my trip to VA... and, also, if I didn’t go out for a couple of beers with Kenny, but that had some value to it--He talked about some troubling past experiences. More specifically, how he learned to always take responsibility for any situation who puts himself in.

     No matter how bad, never play the victim. Hold yourself accountable.

     Anyway, I walked the sketchy Riverside streets at about 5 A.M., which was an eerie, lonely time. Saw a few heads kicking it in some dark corners, but nothing really notable. I got to the bus stop after about a mile of walking. There was one dude there, who seemed like trouble at first (who doesn’t on Riverside at night?). Anyway, he was cool, and we had a light conversation about where each of us were headed. 

     After riding the bus to the airport, I made it through the TSA checkpoint rather quickly. Then I stopped to grab a soft pretzel at Auntie Anne’s--like I always do. 

     Oh yeah! Just got this notebook here.      ...waiting for my flight currently.