I thought of something
Back in the '80s some big kids convinced me that if we broke my roskop that my dad would buy me a new board
I have no idea why I listen to them.
We took the board to Fort Seawall. And dropped boulders 30-40' on to the board.
All that happened was I got massive dents. Watson was incredible
I got a new board with my own money but my dad refused to switch the trucks. I can picture him telling me to figure it out myself.
I didn't and later that year I got caught stealing bubble gum. I got grounded for a whole summer and he beat my ass and the back of my knees with the Paint stirring Stuck. Then he took my boards and cut them in half with a saw under my bedroom as I first attempted suicide with a belt.
I was like 10. My brother caught me who was 9. My dad came in and thrithe two halves of my new McGill on the floor of the room. Don't remember if I got whipped with the stick more that day. Probably.
End of the summer he's like tricked you! Here's your old roscopp back you little punk fuck skate homo
https://auralbutcheryers.bandcamp.com/track/dttbomnThis song is about all the ptsd trauma dreams of beatings across the back of my knees.
"Don't touch the back of my knees
I had a dream once when I was a child "
"THUNDAR the Barbarian '