Thought I was in it for life for the first 12 or so years I skated. Then the obligatory "fell off because of a girl bullshit" happened. We eventually broke up, but I had distanced myself from my friends/the scene so much, that I didnt start back. Fast forward a couple of years, and unfortunately I found myself in prison for 2 years. While in there, something clicked and I would just daydream for ever about little shit, like bombing hills, or just boardsliding a flatrail, shit like that. I couldnt get skating out of my mind for some reason. Then out of nowhere a homie who I wasnt even that close with before I went away, sent me a subscription to Thrasher. I fucking devoured that shit like a rabid dog! Haha! Soon as I got home, I hit up my old friends, and the rest is history. I know now how much it means to me, and how important it was/is when it was ACTUALLY taken away from me. That and the combination of my homie sending the subscription sealed the deal. (Thanks Matt, if you read this!) Im in it for the long haul. When its in your blood, its in your blood.