The StassiNet

Where My Feetys Go

Hello,
This is my first thing I have done for this website, other than respond to forum topics with badass responses that totally blow your mind, and I think it should be about my current trance I am in at my tender age of 19. It all started when I was 13 or 14 and a new hot game came out call "Tony Hawk Pro Skater" over the many hours me and my friend, Ex best bud, Guthrie logged on it we noticed something... an urgency to do something in a real life that we have done INSIDE A VIDEO GAME. Skateboard. It was at this point that I promptly whined long enough to my mom for her to bring me to Big 5 Sporting Goods, where I at the time thought "good" skateboards would be, and buy me one. The board in question was called a "Rage" and at the time it was hot. It consisted of No Name trucks, Gel wheels, terrible griptape, and a board that weighed more than me (In my youth I was bigger than I am now today! Good God). I started skating and standing on the board for more than 3 minutes would be considered a feat.

Shortly after my buddie Guthrie got his first skateboard, which unlike mine, came from a mysterious place known as "Zumies" and was very very light incomparison to my fat ass board. The graphic was this wicked ass white eagle and had the words "Birdhouse" under the bird. Quickly the association with Tony Hawk came and I realized this board must have cost a fortune. Later we would find out that Birdhouse boards were made for Vert skating, something neither of us cared for, but never the less we skated on. As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months and years. We became somewhat good at the art of not falling down and pulling off tricks that would receive a excited "Gnarly!" or "Badass!" Soon our gang of two became 5 and 6 and we OWNED The Falls with a Maple fist, a reference to a common material for boards.

Our hotspot became the Elementary School and in the summers would be frequented every single day followed with many bails and slams against the steaming hot concrete. Never deterred we carried on our constant battle against gravity and learned time and time again. Gravity Never Loses. Broken bones tell stories of under and over rotated kickflips and soon our calling had come. It was time to move up in the world of skateboarding and attempt something, that untill this point, was only done by Pros and video game characters... Stairs.

Now let me tell you to a simple man stairs are a minor inconveinance that you must exert some effort while climbing up and then carry on with your day, but to us stairs were a monster that mocked us everytime we walked up and down them or skated next to them. They were the Hannibal Lector of the wood-pushing world and were only done with immense speed and something we felt we all lacked "balls", later we found out bawls was relatively easy to obtain and cost about $1.50 and came in a blue container with little bumps on the side. The journey against the stairs was an epic one and consisted of stealth and slams. You see these steps were connected to a portable building at the school we were at. There were exactly four and they were "Big" ones in skateboarding terms. This was no skateboard 2 stair that was the equivalent to olling off a curb. No no no my friend this was a one way ticket to the pain train if you so DARED to try and land it and not bail and kick your board away.

Of course the first few tries were laughable and led to us throwing our boards away and not even landing within 5 feet, but as the day grew old a phrase was whipped out and forced us all to complete this feat within minutes... "Go balls out bro!" So it was said and adam nailed it, soon following david and guthrie, next up was cam and he even had the audacity to try and heelflip it. Finally my day of glory came and I landed it. The feeling inside was amazing feeling that, unlike normal people, I could just skate down stairs and didnt need any use for my feet, other than actually keeping the board up and even.

The months that followed were bleak and soon I was under the knife for my latest heart surgery. As I recovered I tried to go skating, but lost the flame inside me. I soon picked up a new past time, competitively, and started taking a game known as Counter-Strike serious. Throughout those years I bonded with some guys that to this day I consider my brothers.

And so we are here at the main point of this story where I will explain my current statuts to this sport of skating. I have started again and it all is thanks to another game that just rocked my world known as "Skate" on the Xbox360. Quickly I have regained much of my technical flip tricks and things of that nature, but now in my ripe age of 19, for skateboarding atleast, I still ride by those stairs and think... one day Lector I will take you down. Sure that day has yet to come being I started a week ago but I am positive it wont be long. Over those many young years of skating I broke 6+ skateboards that ranged from Girls and Zeros to Anti-Hero and Elements. Although I would have liked to ride my perferred board upon re-entering this amazing past time. I choose another path known as "Real" and a picture of it is attatched. While it may look like nothing to you or the person reading this to your left, to me it is the most savagely, wicked item I currently posses and the only thing allowing me this time to type this is the fact that outside it is pouring down miserably and the shed at the school is almost 100% garunteed to have a thousand little 6 year olds running around under it.

So I leave you with this in mind... what do you consider your "Real" board. Whether its a computer,guitar,girl or man, something in your life plays one of the biggest roles and I am curious to what it is and what is it's story.

Thanks for reading,
DangermouzeMike

My "Real" love