I know I haven't posted in a while but I told myself I'd stop telling embarrassing stories about people I know. This one luckily is just about something I saw yesterday that convinced me there is still a lot of bad ass in Belfast.
I was in draining cyclops in the toilets at Victoria Square yesterday. Some sk8ers came in as I was washing my hands. One of them was still on his board and did an ollie and grinded along the metal urinal before jumping back down again.
Some guy in there gave them a dirty look and they buggered off (kinda spoiling their badassery a bit) I just wanted to put the funny sk8er move here for all to see since I didn't have a camera on me and even if I did pulling it out in a men's room would have made me look like a peeping tom pervert muthafucker.
I just think it's great that someone pulled a badass move with a sk8board. I was beginning to think that mankles and such shite were destroying the teenage rebel spirit.
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Sunday, 3 July 2011
Monday, 19 October 2009
My Protege Teaches Me
I took the Death Owl's money and went and bought a bottle of wine and sat down at the Lagan Lookout at Stranmillis.
I couldn't believe I was here on my own, with no job and pish all money. How the fuck had this happened?
How had I not found a job? or why wasn't I living somewhere nice? Or had a girlfriend? Cunts like the Death Owl seemed to be winning why I was a busted loser.
My protege came and found me. He told me he wanted a new lesson.
I asked him what could I teach him? In truth I'm a terrible teacher, and that's usually okay for my terrible students (he's not the first I've given knowledge to) but it wasn't okay for him.
He told me he thought I was badass and that he could learn how to be cool from my coolness and he knows that I've made mistakes and that's cool because he wants to learn from them too.
"Okay," I said. "Here's your last lesson: do as I say, not as I do," then I boked all over myself and burst into tears.
He gave me a hug and told me I was a great role model because I taught him that it was okay to cry if you were a badass.
A big snotter came out my nose. He didn't mention that.
I couldn't believe I was here on my own, with no job and pish all money. How the fuck had this happened?
How had I not found a job? or why wasn't I living somewhere nice? Or had a girlfriend? Cunts like the Death Owl seemed to be winning why I was a busted loser.
My protege came and found me. He told me he wanted a new lesson.
I asked him what could I teach him? In truth I'm a terrible teacher, and that's usually okay for my terrible students (he's not the first I've given knowledge to) but it wasn't okay for him.
He told me he thought I was badass and that he could learn how to be cool from my coolness and he knows that I've made mistakes and that's cool because he wants to learn from them too.
"Okay," I said. "Here's your last lesson: do as I say, not as I do," then I boked all over myself and burst into tears.
He gave me a hug and told me I was a great role model because I taught him that it was okay to cry if you were a badass.
A big snotter came out my nose. He didn't mention that.
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