After weeks of winter that just wouldn't quit and the headlines remind me the world's gone to %#@!, I ride my skate to the park because sometimes that's all that someone can do. And I try not to think that it's only fashion, or the teenaged boys are patriarchy in action, because it's Saturday morning with my friends and we're $#&@in' thrashin'!

And this feels better.

This feels better.
This feels better.
This feels better

And this feels better.
This feels better; better than it has in weeks.