Check, your move.When I first met blurred he was in a hurry to get to the park. Shovel on his shoulder because as he said, he needed to build something big enough for his mad skillz. It was a brief encounter as blurred was jamming with his skullcandyz at full volume and he couldn't hear me yell to ask what he was planning. I thought to myself, "damn, I don't know shit about the parks here in summit county, how will I ever get to witness this insaneness about to transpire." I just shook my head as I had just missed my chance to see an internet legend go off like he had bragged about so many times. In a bummed state of mind, I went about my business cruising the white ribbon of death. As the day ended and I was heading home from the bar, we passed a shadowy figure on the side of the road. I immediately had the driver pull over as I couldn't quite figure out what this guy with a straggly beard and flowing locks was doing, skullcandyz in and shovel still over shoulder. As we approached, it became clear that blurred hadn't been in the park all day working on his rad jumpz, but instead was on a road crew, digging drainage ditches. He looked tired and so I offered a ride. I had experience as a ski bum and knew that a quick pickup on a hitch hike is worth its weight in gold, especially after a long day. Upon offering a ride back to the condo I had heard he shared with kidz 15 years his junior, I was shocked when all he really wanted was a place to change into his apron and a ride to the local chick-fil-a.
Thats when I knew, I could never be as core as a guy who digs ditches and works second shift as a dishwasher to make ski-bumming last into his forties.
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