Razorcake Issue #31 As A
was on my back at the bottom of an abandoned swimming pool after Some of them die. Then ants eat them. My leg felt a tingle; I pulled it out an hour of skating, hoping the pain would subside. I heard a wet from under the desk, and saw that there were about one hundred ants on snap and didn’t want to look. I hadn’t been getting rad. I was just and inside the cast. I got a flashlight to see where they were concentrat- I returning to the shallow end, something I’ve done thousands of ed and smacked my forehead on the edge of my desk when I leaned times. When I looked, my foot was pointing in the wrong direction and down. For the first time in a long while, I felt crushed. I felt like quitting. was slowly trying to correct itself. My back foot had slipped off my skate- All of this: the zine, the books, the non-profit. Kaput. Done. Get a job, board and I’d run over my ankle. This was mid September. We’d literally work for someone else. I’d given it my shot and it felt like I’d been beat- dropped off the last Razorcakes for our bi-monthly big mailout hours en by hammers. before. As a treat to myself for working so hard, I’d planned a week-long My friends and family wouldn’t let me go. Chris Devlin drove me “vacation at home,” where I didn’t have anything solid planned except to physical therapy and to get my pain medication, while learning new skating new places, reading, listening to music, and hanging out.
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