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Both my kids got bmx bikes from santie clause this year which is pretty exciting.
I lived on my bike while freestyling and dirt jumping. I was actually pretty good.
They wanted to take their bikes out first thing and I was all about it.
Let me show these little bastards a thing or two.
They ride around for a bit and then I boot them off.
Check me out, dawg!
I started with something simple. A bunny hop onto the curb.
I succeeded, but something didn't feel right. Yup.. yeah, ok. That's my muscle. I pulled a fucking muscle.
Sorry guys, daddy is going inside.
So yeah, I pulled a muscle.
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Learning to love life by living through loss and mistakes Lessons learned then gradually surfacing, Letting go, stripping naked to scream I am not perfect nor do I strive to be, I am alive in this world of face first falls and public breakdowns I'm a retarded, disfigured clown Dying to be heard through the simple art of letting this heavy wall finally fall I'm an equal being of no race, or color, a hallucination if you will Sneaking into the lives of strangers, and letting them fall apart to a new rhythm just to feel better
Learning to love life by living through loss and mistakes Lessons learned then gradually surfacing, Letting go, stripping naked to scream I am not perfect nor do I strive to be, I am alive in this world of face first falls and public breakdowns I'm a retarded, disfigured clown Dying to be heard through the simple art of letting this heavy wall finally fall I'm an equal being of no race, or color, a hallucination if you will Sneaking into the lives of strangers, and letting them fall apart to a new rhythm just to feel better