it's a stream of conciousness sort of night. 8 of the past 12 days on the road. not on a skate trip, not on vacation, but working my everloving fingers to the bone. vegas, chicago, appleton wisconsin. and it's foggy. foggy as fuck, if fuck could be deifined as foggy. however that is one of the many virtues of the word fuck now isn't it? i mean really, has there ever been a better, more versitile word ever uttered by the mouth of man?? fuck, fuckin A, motherfucker. foggy as fuck, rad as fuck, fuck that is fucked up, fucking muthafucker, sitting in the motherfuckin truck. fuck. beautiful. so as it has been established, it is foggy as fuck, in appleton wisconsin. which is a foggy place. foggy as fuck. as it has been established. did i mention this is a stream of fuckin conciousness sort of fucking post. i wonder if i am offensive with the amount of F bombs i am laying down on this page. my thoughts would probably be more (or less) cohesive had i not been on the road for 8 out of the past 12 days, which in case you are wondering means that there has been no fucking to speak of. because i dig my wife and don't need to knock up some other slutty bitch in the midwest who will be fucking some other slob tomorrow night. fuck. i am just fucking tired and i think that it fucking sux that i haven't rolled with the homies in two fucking weeks. between being broken, fucking working, and being broken papi is getting to be a grumpy muthafucka. i needs to get my fucking skate on this weekend. so lets roll! if i had a board with me i couldn't skate now anyhow, because as we established earlier - it's foggy, foggy as fuck.
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