I knew this feeling and this tight place I was shoved into, I had been here before.  Even the lights and sounds were very familiar.  Stuffed into his back pocket I could hear his voice talking to one of the buddies.  I knew a trip was in the wings, but where this time I wondered? ...

Have you ever had one of those Mondays after a weekend skate trip where you say things to yourself similar to, “did that shit really happen” and “fuck, I wish I could run that back every weekend”?  Well, if you have not, you have not lived and these are the types of thoughts running through...