Goodbye, love.

The saddest stage of being a skater, is when you seriously have to stop. I have reached there. It's time to face it. I cant skate anymore.

No more adrenaline rush.
No more tricks. (not that I have landed much)
No more falling on my ass.
No more threatening the dogs with my board.

Because if I do fall, the titanium in my spine might just break or whatever it does when you fall. Doctor never explained it. I just cant fall. I'm not allowed to. Whack, isnt it?

So I guess I'm just gonna hang my deck on the wall and reminisce.

I'd probably collect decks now. Hehe! That will be almost as awesome as skating.

But I still want a set of trucks though. Just in case I cant handle myself, I'd just kick push my way through.