This kind of story is thread worthy, if it is better told. Storytelling seems to be a terribly lost art among our generation. I have heard people ruin countless brilliant stories because they simply lack the ability to tell it well. In the right hands, just about anything can be exciting/humorous/scary...
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dadgum lil bro you were a lil harsh on the the story. Your rite but some folks take the time to express what and how things happen and some folks just want other people to hear them. not doggin you because that is your view and there is nothing wrong with that.
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scarecrow coffin(ridin the wheels off of it) dregs classic pinner(first longboard so its got memories good and bad dont down it) Eastside Dropkick(tryin to find the tail)
dude i don't want to sound mean but your "spells realay piss me offs"
no seriously but if you are unfamiliar to the English language i can understand and i apologize.
i always have fears about my board falling in the sewage drain.
Yeah, today i bombed a hill, freaked out, bailed, and rode my board into a sewer drain; but I got it back right away. Whoo! Boy, was I scared there for a second!
The same thing happened to my cousin while riding my board, except we didn't get the board back. I had to get a new Evo...
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Dude, I don't want to sound mean but your "spells realay piss me offs".
Seriously, if you are unfamiliar with the English language I can understand and I apologize.
I'm always afraid of my board falling in the sewer.
Well, one time me and my brother were playing soccer in the front yard. It was a few days after Christmas, and we had just gotten a new soccer ball. We were kicking the ball around, each trying to out-do the other. I attempted a few crazy moves, and my brother tried to one up me. He goes for a rainbow (a soccer move), but fails horribly and the ball goes flying backwards into the street. It tumbles down the gentle hill in our yard, and into that dangerous territory - to our young minds - and into a sewer. We never got it back. Then I went longboarding a few days ago on that very same street. My board didn't fall into the sewer.
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