Backside Diaster
by In Stride· from Total Demonstration
Staring at a screen for hours everyday. The sun is out, the pavement's dry, but I can't tear myself away. Fuck this shit. When I do I feel so damn good. Wrecking curbs, the things I should. But I sit here gathering mold, time flies right and this never gets old. When I tear myself away, get off my ass and grab my skate. Doing something, that i can feel, four wheels to the floor, this is real.