When I walked into the library this morning, I followed an eight year old boy in jean shorts. He was carrying a deck and rocking his Pawsox hat backwards which only served to exaggerate the excellence of the dirty blonde mullet running down past his collar. His mom was telling him something funny, and i had caught him in the midst of an open mouth guffaw exposing his wonderfully silly childhood teeth. I bet his bike is wicked, like an old Dyno with pegs and freestyle brakes, If he could drive he would push an El Camino with a chain steering wheel and a big foot for a gas pedal. I want to go surfing with this kid, he probably rides goofy foot and carves like he's half dolphin. One thing is certain, the kid has it down and his mom is a very good mom.
Friday, March 28, 2008
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