NaNoWriMo Day16. Total words now: 30,549.
Posted by
Qale (aka Qale)
Nov 16 '09, 14:59
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Oh yeah, the event later today. It's still going to be double elemination even though a few hours ago at the radio station promo, Trisha crashed and burned while attempting that legendary 1050. It's dangerous as hell, no one has ever completed it, and frankly, I don't know why anyone should try. And this is coming from someone who likes to jump parked cars.
We were doing time trials, just fucking around for the station and the small group of fans they managed to entice to visit this rat hole of a skatepark. See, while I hate having to dodge storms at Heaven is a Half-Pipe, at least Eddie was smart to realize you have to put the shit outside. Having it indoors, even if the roof is up there, you still mentally think about knocking your block off in the rafters.
Sure enough Trisha was trying to eek out just that one more trick. She barreled down the center of the pipe, drifted to the right, and as she made her way up, she started to twist her frame to begin the trick.
I give her lots of credit. Being the only girl on the tour is just about as difficult as being an albino and having everyone get your name wrong. It's The Blue Ghost, not Ghost like David said. It's not The Gay Ghost either, you dumbasses! I mean, at least I've gotten some. Most of these guys all pretend they sleep with all of these girls, and they're all back way in time for curfew so I know they aren't having so much fun with the locals.
Well, Trisha got through the first couple of rotations, everything seemed to be right. I wouldn't have held my deck from behind the back axel but, she's taller than I am so maybe she isn't able to crouch down enough to do it my way. Anyway, she just suddenly freaks and ducks her head even further, and even went as far as to raise her other hand.
It was all the wind resistance she needed to go off track, overshoot the landing on the other lip of the bowl, and down she went off the back side of the whole damn thing.
I gasped. Some of the kids who'd come to see us screamed. I think one of the radio station guys was on the air at the time and said a curse word which is pretty funny. Hope he doesn't get fired for it! Ha! Ha!
David shook his head but put his deck back on the ground and continued on his way to the small lay they have set up next to the ramps and half-pipe. I thought about joining him. After all, we hadn't had any time alone together and I really wanted to ask him what was the deal between us now. But the coordinator for the promo event had to call MY name to go call for an ambulance. Ugh. Like who put me in charge of that?
Trisha ended up with a fractured femur, wrist, and needed some stiches for a cut on her forehead just above her right eye. It was a bloody nice mess, David said as we were getting back on the bus. I rolled my eyes at the Brit and dared to punch his upper shoulder.
He laughed and called me a tosser.
I don't know what that means, but I hope it's not more stupid British gay slang because honestly as he moved from jerking off with me in the bathroom to fucking ramming me as hard as he could, he may wanna start looking in the mirror when he says such things.
Not really sure what to think about all of that, Capser. I am thinking maybe the best thing is to just focus on the fundementals of skating that got me here. I mean, I won that slot because I was better than all those that tried out. That included Trix, who according to Eddie is 'very likely going out with Skittles.'
So easily I was replaced, huh?
Fuck it. I don't care. All I care about is placing higher up on the list today. I got thirteenth and a pathetic purse in San Fran. There are eighteen of us left after Trisha had to drop out and so eighteenth and seventeenth are going bye-bye after today. There ain't much room between thirteen and seventeen so I cannot afford to suck.
Maybe I should pick the lay and see if I can't work Free Parking in there. We're given ten minutes to check it out before we make our decision, and during that time I can move some of the obsticles around. Dunno if I can get a car though. Ha! Ha! You know, it doesn't have to be a car. It just has to be something large that I can climb over while the board rolls under.
Hmm. Guess I'll just have to wait and see.
In the mean time, I guess I better write that update for the group I started and Eddie is moderating. He says I've changed, but I don't really think so. My focus is stronger and considering what I'm already having to deal with out here, it kind of had to.
I gotta take care of shit on my own now, you know, Casper? I ain't got my mom to back me up. And we see how things just completely dissolved with Mishka.
You know, I'd be more upset about that if I didn't think that he had realized that being a professional skateboarder was my destiny. Why he felt he had to stand in the way of that is beyond me. It could have been great being on tour and instead of coming back to hotels with all of these fuckers, going to stay with him instead.
Too bad now. Hope he has a wonderful life with Trix staying in Atlanta for the rest of their lives.
I've got bigger and better plans. I really got to make a go of it tomorrow, like David says. He told me after my run at the event that I was all hype and he wanted to see the dope. If that means that I haven't yet really brought all I can, then I have to agree.
Here's to a top five finish today, Casper.
--Kalki
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