Last night I dreamt that I could skate once more. Hitting the streets with my old skate buddies, we were tearing up ledges, curbs, ramps, virtually anything we could find and skate on to express that deep passion we all once had, which was to just skate and to have fun. It was a great dream this one and I must've tossed and turned in bed like a fish out of water. My sudden 180 degree turn from my initial sleeping position explains all that.
And when I woke up, I had this great feeling of being free and able to do anything I wanted. I just skated all over the city, doing all sorts of tricks (heelflips, kickflips, you name it) and I didn't want it to end so fast. But as my feet touched the wooden floor of my bedroom, reality came rushing back in. I sigh.
I can't skate. Not anymore. With this already injured ankle (which I think hasn't properly retained its full potential since the incident a few years back), I can't ever get back on a skateboard again. So one life dream as a pro skateboarder has been discarded. And besides, I sold my board to a good friend last week, including trucks and wheels for RM 100 so right now, I have nothing else to skate with. Even my skate shoes are torn apart as if a lion chewed right through it.
So all I have now is to just live the fantasy in Skate 2 (and hopefully Skate 3) on the Xbox 360, where you can fall and break as many bones as you'd like in the game but still remaining unscathed at all in reality. This is gonna be a great week.
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