Rippin' with the Reaper (and a buddy of mine)
with a title like that, need I say more?
I was working on something else this week but I ran out of time. Instead, this:
Saw a good buddy of mine tonight whose outlook on life is perpetually the same. He’s the kind of guy you admire for his ability to shrug things off. If the Stoics made a skateboarder, it’d be him.
He’s in his early forties now, which is hard to believe, but I told him that he was at once way younger than that but much more mature than the other forty-year-old old men I know.
I’ve seen him push around a skatepark, eyeing up ledges, bending his knees, waiting for the moment he’d pop a trick, only to cruise on past. Thirty minutes of him deciding it just wasn’t his day, but boy, did he push around with style. Full pants, button-up flannel, baseball cap, eighty-something degrees.
Or the last time I met up with him at the park, he had a hot coffee with him, which I just thought was dope.
Bukowski talked about style, but he could’ve been talking about the homie, you know what I mean?
He remembers everyone’s birthday, everyone’s name, and he always asks about my family.
This cartoon was meant for last week’s post but it fits for this week, too. There are bad days, but you wait for the good ones. You wait for the shop to close so you can ride. And you wait to meet a friend like this one. Cool, cool, cool.
To a better next week,
Cheers,
~FDA