Beyond a hand held beyond itself the mist is too thick to see.
This isn’t the first time I’ve woken up and thought “Oh God…Where am I?,” and I’m pretty sure it won’t be the last. I woke up in an unfamiliar bed with a raging headache. I raised my head off the bed a bit, looked around, grabbed the bottle of pills someone had left out for me and took 2..okay, I took 3. This headache’s not going away on it’s on after all. I laid there a bit longer trying to remember last nights’ events. I know I had a gig, that much I remember. I know I met some people and had a few drinks after…but that’s the last I remember. I sat up slowly, danging my legs off the bed and decided to take a look around.
Skateboarding is one of my passions. My dad got me going in an empty swimming pool when I was three and I’ve been pushing off ever since. I love just taking out any frustrations I might have out on the half-pipe. Yeah, I’ve taken a couple of falls, but I always stand right up and try again. Continue reading