Existential musings on the interrelational metaphysics between skateboarding and life, from a decidedly punk perspective.
It's really easy to live too much in your own mental cave. There are some stressful things going on in my life, but then I look at what one of my cousins' life is like - severely handicapped child - and I realize I still have it pretty easy. I can skate. Cheers to you and your dad!
Indeed, and thanks for the kind words!