Even when I wasn't working I spent my free-time, flip flops dangling over the side of my boyfriend's backyard vert ramp, hand-built by his roommate and painted over by an artist, who kept a studio in the garage. When it got too dark to skate we all went inside, watched more skate videos, me decked head to toe in my boyfriend's sponsors, pro-ho-ho-ho.
The skate-shop moved locations soon after I left and my ex-boyfriend's house has since been demolished like many other personal landmarks, making way for strip malls and parking lots, but I still have a soft spot for skateboarding, no matter how many demons were born and bred from those times.
I was never attracted to hunky athletes in high school. The jocks were never my thing. For a year or two it was all about the surfers but after that? I only had eyes for boys on skateboards. Ten+ years later, I still can't help but turn my head when hearing the grumbled sound of four tiny wheels on asphalt, the snap of an ollie off a curb...
Don't know if that will ever change.
Mark Gonzales (who stars in the below video) was a god to every boy I knew. Still is today I imagine. With good reason:
56. West Coast by: Coconut Records