23.Aug.2010 i was thinking about
that thing that you do.
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that thing that you do.
my country band made a myspace.
we only have 2 demos up because half our band is out of town but we’re getting there!
holy fvck.
singer for my country band just called and hipped me that OFF! is playing a free show in calgary tonight.
hot damn.
listening to tom waits and leonard cohen all day.
repped a solo session last night, charity ledges –> bow valley ledge –> calgary tower benches –> train –> tall can of budweiser –> funeral banks –> north hill ledge.
solo sessions are the shit!
landed:
but enough about me, when i was skating charity ledges this old, blown out looking dude came walking by with a cane, after i slammed he says,
“that’s a hell of a way to make a living buddy”
i decided to shoot the shit with him and he says,
“you know, i’ve been through a lot, i was an athlete once, i don’t talk about it much…”
smelling bullshit i decided to ask him what his youthful exploits were.
dude proceeds to tell me he was on the 1954 hungarian soccer team and they “beat everyone’s asses let me tell you buddy, we were the underdogs but christ if we didn’t have heart.”
dude was actually legit, 1954 was a helluva year for the hungarian team and this guy was a striker, i think, for the mighty magyars.
he then told me, while tearing up, that the trophies he had won were left behind in hungary when he fled at the onset of the revolution. when he went to visit his mom years later and collect them he found they had been looted by marauders.
parting words, “they can loot my fucking trophy but they can’t loot my memories and what i have in my heart.”
touching.
also, i got my toes tattooed this morning, ripped off the idea from the “sweet tats” section in an issue of lowcard.
believe the hype, toe tattoos fucking hurt yo.