First of all, I’m just going to preface this post by saying that if you don’t enjoy shower thoughts or personal rambling, then turn away now. Then again, if you didn’t really care about my thoughts, you wouldn’t have made it this far. I wonder if someone out there will eventually stumble upon one of my articles and realize how interesting and cool I am? Probably not, just because the internet is such a huge place. Definitely not just because I’m uncool or something like that. I’m currently listening to Beyond the Sea by Bobby Darin with my new sound bar that my dad bought me.
I have a buddy in Las Vegas who recently started his own business, and he was able to afford the same kind of speaker because he has had more customers since he started doing Las Vegas Special Use Permits. It’s the exact same one that Sheri previously bought him, except this one is in my room so technically it’s different. On the plus side, I already know beforehand how to operate the speaker since I used my dad’s in the living room all summer. He brought it up in my convertible when he drove it here, so I had no idea that I was getting a sound bar. He said it cost $250 so hopefully the rest of my family doesn’t hear that and then shy away from the big laptop purchase. It kinda sucks in a way that he bought it for me, because I don’t really feel like I deserved a gift of that magnitude.
Maybe a pat on the back and a lecture about working hard would have sufficed. I don’t really think I deserve anything, but my thinking is probably clouded since it’s pretty late. My cousin Cody’s birthday is the day before mine, so we’re heading to Portland tomorrow to visit him with my grandpa. My grandpa is actually in pretty poor physical health, because he unfortunately had a recent event in which he had to be hospitalized. This was a few months ago, but he hasn’t recovered since then. Now he’s just barely getting around without using his wheelchair, if at all. I would hate to be imprisoned like that. At least he got to live a full life.
Time to preface yet another post by admitting that I have no extensive knowledge of boards or anything like that. However, my cousin Gabe has bought a multitude of boards and brought them to my house, so I have a little experience in just riding the boards themselves. I actually have a real issue with balance, so it’s tough for me to ride anything without a handlebar. It could just be my bad posture, but I honestly think it’s something much deeper. And I’m a pretty honest guy, if you hadn’t noticed by now.
Overall, the only specific types of board I can remember Gabe purchasing are just a plain run of the mill skateboard, a penny board, and a longboard. The longboard was easiest for me to ride just because of the sheer length, but each one has its pros and cons. Every penny board he bought somehow managed to be split perfectly down the middle, but he gave a different reason for it every time. One time he told me that a car found its way into his path but he jumped out of the way or something, but the next time he told me that the board was in the street and the car just ran over it. Another vivid memory I have with him is one super hot summer when the guy from the best reno air conditioning repair stopped by to fix our AC.
He’s an avid liar, so believing anything Gabe says is like verbal russian roulette. Did you know that there’s an 83% chance you won’t survive russian roulette? 1/6 is 18%, but those are just approximations. Gabe actually left a ton of skateboards at my house, but I have no idea what happened to the rest of them by now. We kinda grew apart so he doesn’t stop by anymore. It’s an extremely long story, but to put it simply he used to stay at my uncle’s house which is only one street down from mine. But now that his aunt has left my uncle, he has no reason to stay at that house anymore. He never really liked Jason anyway, only because of poor communication.
So, I use to board with a guy named Ron in South Lake Tahoe. He was a crazy bastard that would do ANYTHING on a dare. I probably carted him off to Barton Memorial Hospital. Broken fingers, broken arm, broken leg, lots of stitches. His parents use to get pissed.
So I was thinking about him and went looking to see if I could find him. I did. Married. Handful of kids. Successful businessman. He started a hood cleaning service in Las Vegas. I didn’t even know what the hell ‘hood cleaning’ was until I called him. He makes it sound adventurous and fun. I almost felt like he was screwing with me – I found it a little hard to imagine that it would be exciting or even fun. But then again, this was the guy that was laughing at his fingers were pointing in 3 different directions as I helped him get to the hospital emergency room.