If you have been Reading since Follow the Trog and the beginnings of TPQ, than you can throw your hands up and say hey, lets do some cool shit. But instead you just take a cool shit in your jeans. Well save the stank for something that has an odor of half skunk and half greatness, thats the stuff that I like.
Dip back from the lame joke, and lets take a real look at it. PLO grabbed the steak out of the fridge and started cookin like a broke ass master Philipino cook, which looks alittle bit like mr. Miyagi.
But if you head to my house, you wont know what category to put me in. This dude who looks relatively good, likes art alot and makes cool things... but when it comes to conversation, his voice doesnt seem that deep. And when he turns his head, that french nose comes out and he looks alittle nerdy. He doesnt have that good of track record, and acouple of months ago he really used to make you laugh, but now is less sarcastic and got cut up.
I have a story for you
Me, Collin, Fransisco, Travis, and Stanky Jimmy. We drove down the 17 down to Santa Cruz in hope of finding some good hills to bomb down on our long boards. If your not from the bay area, the 17 is very curvy and its hard to fall asleep on the ride when you have two guys having full on conversations about crystal meth and swerving in and out of lanes. But we got to the UC Santa Cruz campus, and let me tell you readers damn did I make a little mistake in my college choice. In this campus you enter into nature and learn within its tits or if you want to be poetic, bosom.
It wasnt hard to find a hill, so we started skating down this gorgeous terrain of open valley and road straight ahead of us. But than my board started to shake and my heart started to flutter with excitement. In an instant I heard 3 sounds.
Crack: Camera
Shhhlllllsshhhh: Skin from hand
uhhhhhaaaa: Fransisco on the floor
And when I recovered I went straight over to my fallen partner and saw him face down on the pavement moaning and groaning, saying something about tooth. We flipped him over and some of the blood from his for head landed on my hand, which at this point had 3 layers missing from my palm. It stung alittle, but not as much as when the leftover adrenaline surged into my pupils. And no phycadelic drug can compare to the feeling of that rush/head ache. The colors of the valley turned vibrant, legs got week, high volume drowning out the sounds of the ambulance....
Ambulance?
Who called the ambulance?
Well we damn sure didnt call them, some on lookers saw the fall. Travis kept on tellin us to just pick Fransisco up and get him to the car and deal it with ourselves. But little did we know what was really going on. I snapped a photo of Fransisco, with my 60mm just for the fuck of it. But right now we dont need a photo to remember. All you have to do is say whats up to Fransisco Pujas and try to ignore the massive bruise on his eye, chipped tooth and sling holding his dislocated shoulder.
That whole Day was the most surreal experience Ive ever had. and In another place, that little winter fox was having the best time of her life. Its a testament to the separation that some other force is having. Because in a second I could have said no. But the yes caused me my wounds I have now. its the same with her.
Goddamn
All of you people who go to SCU, please say whats up to Fransisco. cuz he deserves the support. He was that guy who passed out on the way over and didnt say much in the car. He was the one who had it the worst. We wish that things happened another way, but they just didnt
so what are you going to do?
Press on.
TPQ
