I was skating this afternoon, I was only boarding for two hours, for some strange reason I felt very tired and frustrated. I couldnt land anything or bust any rails. I got home that night and walked straight to my room and laid on my bed, after only minutes I drifted into a deep sleep. I woke up the next morning and I got mad at the sun for coming up again. I was weak and sick. My girlfriend said "you look like you are dying" I felt really soar and weak. The thing about being weak is that shit isn't any lighter,

Not the pain,

Your muscles,

Or what's left of them.

Stuck to the bone the way a cheap roast must look to an old homeless dog through the window of one of these gyro shops on every corner, yellow, dry and far far away. Shit still just as fucking heavy, you just dont get to pick any of it up, you cant.