Here are some pics of Greyson tearing up random skate parks around Orange County. He’s been ripping it up, and some cougars are on him now to teach their groms how to skate. Pretty sick. Private skate lessons, anyone?

Frontside-No-Comply-To-Tail

Frontside Crooked Cop

Frontside Melon

Frontside Nosebone

Frontside Slob

One-Foot-Over-Rail

Frontside Benihana

Frontside Crooked Cop

Frontside Nosebone

Frontside Slob

Frontside One Foot

Frontside Nosebone

Frontside Air

It’s always interesting to me how people have such perceptions and stereotypes of people. And especially people we don’t know. Hey, I’m guilty of doing that as well so it’s not like I’m writing this to condemn or condone. It’s just an observation and I’m writing it down.

Like, if I told someone I was a member of Mensa, I know what their reaction(s) would be. They’d be shocked, appalled, scared and questioning. And probably with good reason.

What if I were a fan of showtunes and knew the complete words, dialogue and dance steps to “Auntie Mame” and “West Side Story”? So?

What if I were a subscriber to the Wall Street Journal?

Maybe I weep during a great performance watching an opera.

Could I be any more dedicated to playing music on my grand piano?

I could have aspirations to be a contestant on Jeopardy one day. Who knows? You don’t know what I know. Maybe I know more than you. Maybe I know less than you. Alex Trebek wears a killer suit all the time.

Maybe one day I’ll go back to school. Culinary school? I think I could make a mean quiche if I really put my mind to it.

People have commented on here and on my Facebook about not being able to wrap their minds when it comes to me and sitting in front of a computer and blogging and networking. I guess they expect me to be out, bouncing off the walls 24/7 or on a skateboard nonstop. Shit, like I’m supposed to be out in the water surfing morning, day, and night. Well, I actually would if the swell was always that good and consistent…Anyway, my point is, I guess people want me to be out getting tatted up or busting out air or rock ‘n’ rolling all day and partying ev-er-y night.

But fuck, maybe…just maybe…sometimes I just like to sit in front of the monitor, cup of joe by my side, and read emails sent to be by my buddy Mark Gabriel. Mark sends me motivational photos with nature and fluffy little animals. That’s always inspirational. What? What are you laughing at? It’s true. Mark’s like fucking Confucius with all these life lesson sayings he sends to me in those emails. Haha. Fucken’ Scabs.

Well, I’m done writing for now. Maybe I’ll go work on a crossword puzzle now.

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