Today’s weatherbox goes out to Rastaman X, a good friend who showed us all what you get when you just say, “Fuck it,” and go for your dreams.
You get two broken feet. Goes to show you that skateboard dreams are foolish dreams.
But when one door closes, another one opens, they say. X-man’s door is orange, cylindrical in shape and it rattles when he shakes it. It opens to a place where he feels no pain.
Get well, X. Enjoy Vicodin-fest 2004.
Friday’s forecast: Now that he’s off the skate, X can concentrate on what he’s best at: video games and plotting the downfall of our nation.