September 23, ,2005
By: Erotic

Alright, so it’s a brisk afternoon in February, or one of the three beginning months of the year, and CW and I are chillin at the bus stop after getting out of our Marketing class. Nothing is really out of the ordinary; we make our usual bet to see who can guess the closest time of the bus arrival and which bus driver it’s going to be that day.

As we’re waiting we notice this scrawny kid with a huge backpack on and one of those neoprene lunch cooler things with the strap; you know the kind I’m talking about, the ones that think they need to take every book to class and then in between class eat their sack lunch. Lame, although this isn’t what the conversation focused on. What we were more curious about was the fact that he thought he was cool enough to have a skate board with him.

The conversation continued, because CW and I also skate; even though he pwns me, but there’s no way in hell we both feel confident to be ‘one of those guys’ the guy with a skate board in class. The conversation continues in this fashion and we continue to just rip on how absurd this kid is because he even begins skating around the bus stop across from us. He was skating with everything on; the engorged backpack and lunch sack. CW and I are in awe at how retarded he looks and at his pathetic skating skillz.

As I look away, I believe to throw something away, the most obvious events happen in the most extraordinary way. The area he had chosen to skate was at a slight down hill incline so he was definitely going way faster than he intended, and so he attempts to ollie onto the bus stop sidewalk. Now granted I have a tough time doing the same thing, my issue is with trusting myself to land it; I don’t have any problem ollieing, as was evident with our fellow rider across from us. He completely fails to get his rear truck even high enough over the curb so it stops the board immediately, and sends him flying forward in an unexpected run. This unexpected run is familiar to all skaters and is usually a good thing cause you haven’t fallen, yet. The backpack that I mentioned earlier has now overcome our skaters’ ability to stay vertical and it sends him flying past the bus stop area; which ends and drops off into a bunch of trees and underbrush with about a 5 foot inclined drop.

Since I had missed though, all I hear is CW yell out “Ohh, man!” and I turn around and look just in time to see this fool come out of the bushes all disheveled and a bit shaken up. Then he had to get his skateboard which was in the middle of the street, how embarrassing.