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Actually, it was yesterday 5.28.08 and it was dope. Hell Yeah!!! I've known Chad for years but I haven't skated with him since the nineties in the streets of southern california and all over the world in pro skateboard contests and jams. It was sick, random New York City dopeness when our paths crossed again after all these years, Harold would be proud. That type of shit only happens here. Imagine me, my board, and my kryptonics carving around the corner of Prince and W. Broadway on my way to the photo studios and looking to the sidewalk on the right and seeing a dude wearing the new muska skytops and thinking I wonder where he got those from or i wonder if he skates or not. While you are imagining that, add this to it; imagine me looking up and seeing the ray ban sunglasses and the hair and then immediately knowing it's Muska. I just stopped skating and kinda stared at him knowing I couldn't pass up this opportunity to talk to an old friend. At first he didn'

d eath, funny papers, and vapors. In this day and age you must , and I strongly emphasize the word must, have a healthy since of humor. Yeah I know people grow up in different places, have different cultures, and are raised differently. However, even if you have gone through some serious trials and or tribulations; I believe to get past those things an individual needs to be able to look back at whatever trial or tribulation they went through and laugh at it, or at least laugh with it. The way I see it is simple... life can suck, but whoever is born, and I don't care who it is, they are privileged to have the opportunity to laugh, fight, cry, and love. If they were never born they would never know shit! They would never know how joyous or how sickening life can be. They would never ever ever ever know the crazy, inane, insane circumstances that the human animal can get into! With all the wrong in the world, s