There are a ton of dicks spray painted at our local skatepark wondering if this is what happened to GAY!
Speaking of triggers! Your question posed as a statement took me back.....back.........back...............back
I was a little straight boy in Albuquerque, New Mexico, wheeling around on my Variflex "Twisted". That board was my first big board...something that wasn't just a little strip of yellow plastic and some shitty wheels on tiny trucks. I was so proud of it but when I would push it, it would circle hard to the right because the trucks were so screwed up. Since I was new to skateboarding I didn't know if that was some kind of "feature"...like, since it was called the "Twisted" model it curved hard to the right. I was ignorant and scared of other skaters because everything was so new and skateboarders seemed so rough and mean, so I never asked anyone. I just rode around in circles and tried to look cool. #embarrassing
Me and some neighborhood kids went to skate the ditch nearby. Ditch skating is everything in Albuquerque and everyone lives near one. Some are more ridable than others due to their steepness and having some kind of a transition at the bottom rather than just a hard angle. I lived near one that was particularly popular with the big kids who could do bonelesses and such, and as such the ditch was covered with graffiti and all sorts of gnarly stuff that bigger kids did when they were smoking cigarettes and ditching class.
On this particular day it was just me and li'l Ricky from up the street. We were both horrible at skating...we'd try to skate the ditch standing up but it was really scary, so often we'd sit on our boards and ride down the ditch and then kind of fall off on the other side. This day was different though...there was some new graffiti...images I'd never seen before. Some were really cool, like the Rat Bones logo and an anarchy symbol, images I'd draw on jean jackets and notebook covers over and over from that day forward. But there was another image there at the ditch...one that burned into my retinas, that hooked itself into my subconscious, that took over my psyche like no other idea that had occurred to me before. It was similar to this:
For the record, that's just a facsimile of the image I happened across that day, but the effect is the same. From that day forward I wanted to know more about this deity that had been scribed upon the side of the ditch there off Comanche in my home town. I needed to know. I craved this thing...I didn't know what I could do with it, but something inside me said that I wanted to eat it or sit on it, although I didn't understand what that meant at that early age. I loved this thing.
I've always thought that if I hadn't stumbled upon this image in the ditch I might be a Youth Minister of a Baptist Church today with 2 kids and a wife who obeyed my every whim.
Damn that image in the ditch. Damn it to hell, which is where I'll be going since it ruined my life.
Topic: Arto's questionable upbringing? (trigger: swastika content) (Read 16143 times)