This here post is my way of saying goodbye to New York City, the gnarliest place in the U.S.A. as far as I can tell. Definitely the East Coast. I've lived here for the better part of two years and I will never be the same. From living on an air mattress underneath Horner's stairs in a bed bug infested loft, to expense accounts and blackberries, to unemployment lines, the spectrum of vibes, as Mike Jourdanais would say, is complete. Skateboarding and music have been there the whole time and they aren't going anywhere, but I am.I'm going to skidattle to Seattle and get couch core at the domecile of Hittin' Michael J. This means many things to me:
I'm flat broke so it's gonna be a real adventure. I may end up digging ditches, flipping burgers and hauling garbage all in the same day. I just don't know. Duane Peters said it best: "Break out and leave yer life behind, that's my favorite fuckin' song" (please get a copy of Inflammable Material if you don't understand the quote) It is time to breakout and leave my life behind. Stoked to pack a duffel bag, buy a sleeping bag and new skateboard and get a one way ticket to SeaTac International airport.
I'll be home for the holidays and then I'm out. It's bittersweet shit but that's usually what life is all about, ya yingyang. Word to Confucious. Oi to the Nation.
After being an East Coast Kid for the past twenty something I'm ready to get all grungy and resurrect the muthafuckin' J to its fullest of full potentials. SMJ has been something that I've always wanted to do. I'm (good?) at it, I fucking love it, and you can't stop me.
And let's not forget that the Northwest is where skateboarding's concrete revolution started--there are more gnarly concrete bowls in Washington than in New England and New York combined. Fuck a career. Let's get weird...
XOXO
Until next time warlock fans, go fuck yaself Brooklyn. And Yes, Believe the Hype. It says it on the sign.
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