The storm was a convenient metaphor. What happened, technically speaking, was that I ate shit. Then it started raining very hard.
And still it was fun. So my point is that the really vital common denominator between writing and skateboarding isn’t creation, or reinterpretation, or translation of the world. It is failure. What the activities have in common is the blood they draw, or at least should draw if we’re doing them right.
i’m just wildly stupidly gleefully in love with this dude and (most) everything he says.
(Somebody loves them some Kyle Beachy!)dialecstatic