The last time I let someone take a photograph of me wearing sweatpants

The hat is a dream too. I remember it being a cheap Independent Truck painter’s hat. I like how I have it perched on the top of my head like a crown.

Well, the snow has fallen and the temps are in the 20s. Disgusting winter. I cleaned my bearings and skated in the basement with Rhen for about a half hour. He uses his Razor. The space is tight but doable. I figure once I am desperate enough I will try out an indoor skate park and hang with the 13 year old kids. Fun times.