Showing posts with label sk8erkids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sk8erkids. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 July 2011

Sk8board Kids in da bogs

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.

Saturday, 27 February 2010

Pain

At the back of the carpark on Tomb St where sk8rkids huff paintball pellets and drink Solschenizyn (brown lemonade, schnapps and a dash of Fanta), was Rock and Roll Stephen, the Unicorn Girl and Clarence Pishflap.

"This isn't your usual place," I said to them. "Your gang don't roam here, what's the story?"
Clarence Pishflap spat and said to the Unicorn Girl that my mate Fabian Wildman was the one who broke her friend Betty Blue's heart.
The Unicorn Girl looked at me and said that I should maybe leave because she won't speak to friends who hurt other friends.
I told her I hadn't seen Fabian Wildman in ages and that I was a free man and could go round Belfast wherever I wanted.
Clarence Pishflap said that him and the Unicorn Girl were off and they left, Rock and Roll Stephen looked sad so I offered him some pink Champaigne.

He blew air out his flapping lips and said that he didn't need to teeth to tell me that Clarence was putting moves on the Unicorn Girl and that I was out of the picture.

I told him I hadn't seen or even thought about the Unicorn Girl in months and that my neighbours wore leotards all day long, and sometimes so did I.

"I know," he said sadly, and I remembered how he lost his teeth.

We sat in silence and I fell asleep, when I woke up he wasn't there. It was only me.