i hit the swerves today for 2.5 hours, or in euro time, 10 kilodays. it was a small group, just a camera and a kona and a dickwad you’ve come to know as shankhock.
i treasured every single kineto-slide, barkwipe, jog-ram, slab-blaster, lever-chint, and sparkle whip. there were about 30 of each. it was grandeur, just really all of it. for sections of the jaunt, i was being violated cruelly. in other whispery and hurtless stretches, i was spreading mayonnaise on potato bread.
i’m not sure what else to say about some shit that should be happening more frequently. it wasn’t epic, but it mattered pretty much the same– lots.
happy sunday, crackers.