With each passing day the stresses of tour mount.  Not only on me, but also the skaters as their bodies become increasingly worn out from skating into the wee hours of the morning on a daily basis.  Tempers have picked up and stress is starting to overflow.  The freak outs are coming and so far the out bursts have become quite comical.

Like a band of brothers the amount of shit talking is increasing ten-fold as we skate into the middle of the night.  We no longer call each other by our given names, people have since become the all-too-predicatable fa*&ot, shit head, pussy, fester, and so many other creative things that shant be uttered, permapuss comes to mind.  With all great shit talking and jabbing comes great banter and friendship.  I love how we can go from yelling at each other and breaking skates and kicking rails, to conquering obstacles and giving props.  This is all starting to sound a little cliche so I will end on this note.  It’s only blood, sweat, and profanity.

Side note: Homie Kyle head roaster at the Roasterie hooked it up with 4 lbs.  Sickness.

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