In 2018 I spent about a month in Milan due to work. I went to have dinner with my mates and also talked with the friends they had brought along. They asked about my time in Milan and I said I'd often spend time skating at Stazione Centrale. One of them said, her little son was also a skater and showed me a photo of him. It was Vincent, who I've instantly recognized and talked to a couple of times. Back then I could see his talent, but even more his dedication. I saw him at Stazione Centrale almost every time I went there.
Fast forward 5-6 years and he's crazy good and about to make it. Very cool to see.
You're so lucky. Ive wanted to Italy my whole life.
I wanna see EVERYTHING there. I have dreams about it. Unfortunately when I dream about far off places when I arrive I see my universe has come with me.
Yep there the imaginary jail/amusement park/ police station where my skatebloard rando teleports to for respawn.
I wonder if my grrls are here too. I wanna knit with my imaginary prostitutes until the cartoon posse/real life cops/ kkk come to shoot me.
I say later ladies. And fly out the window but... It's like on Lost Boys. And tho I be dreaming this dream since before I went to jail in the 90s I still need trees for flight assistance.
It's more like space crawling.
What's Vincent's mom look like? Is she pretty?