yesterday we went drunkboarding for old time’s sake and i even knelt down and bombed down a slopey hill and didn’t land on my chin but at one point i did wipe out and my left hand scraped against the ground cos my jeans were too tight and i was locked in this crouching position and this little surfer-hair looking kid watched me do it and was impressed i could tell. i like it when 8 year olds think you are the coolest. everytime we passed this one house these drunks in their garage went WOOOOOOOOH and YEEEEARRGH. it felt like being on television.
