one day i noticed this kid cursing in a rage, held back from beating another kid up. "Apologize!, you have to apologize or you'll get a fist in your teeth" "I'm serious bro, thats #$%@ed up" at this moment in time the young kid i once knew to be a super funny/chill guy with a few skate tricks in the bag, became the personification of law enforcement. If you would have asked the kids that were holding him back, they would have agreed with Shawn, they saw what the other little guy said was pretty messed up, but they all seemed to agree that violence wasn't the answer.
Its funny how a space in time designed to be a place of utter anarchy, a place of freedom, and hope, that everything was messed up, but there was some form of structure . We had our thrills skating up a storm, making fun of each other, 13 year olds smoking who knows what, the occasional pros coming through to film, parents picking their kids up and cursing, and the bird was a common expression of hello or goodbye, smashing of glass,and broken legs and ankles, but there was a sense of belonging, this was our community.
some people apologize because it is fished for, its a great way to feel phony. They see the effects it does for the other person, then they just give in to extinguish the situation. Its in those moments when no thoughts are made, just do, what a way to live life, im sure its so very fulfilling.
As for Shawn, maybe he struggled free and got a few punches in, its not really important. But maybe we all grew up. Maybe Shawn works as a computer systems administrator for a corporation in LA. If i could just ask him one thing, I wouldn't ask him about those days, i wouldn't ask him about his new job. I would ask him about his brother, the one he was sticking up for that hot day in Las Vegas at the skate park. The one that was called once called a nigger.
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