I brought the liqour and a drunken attitude.

I'm walking with the sun in my eyes. Thru squinting eyes I see the shadows of house and lamp-post down the hill. Under the blossoming Japanese cherry tree the pavement is rolling by faster and faster. One kick and speed again, one more kick and then down the street.

-Hung over again? He said. The kids on skateboards all whirling about, little adrenaline junkie every single one of them.
-Yeah bra, curse this town! I drink and drink but it never gets any better.
-I know, fuck it bra, lets skate and forget.

A wise word. Complete focus for split seconds makes me forget everything else. I don't know if it's the sound of the wheels lifting of the asphalt or if it's the fricition-less slide over an iron rail that seem to lift me. But the feeling is a clearing of the mind. I can be broke, heartbroken, soulless, sick or just shit out of luck. But when I'm in the second of levitation everything else disapears for a moment and time is in slow-motion. Complete clarity! A kick-flip. Simple as that but hard to find anywhere else.