Best Laid Plans

Fresh starts are the best thing on earth. Burn it all down. Reemerge all phoenix like. You need an occasion for them, though. New Years? That shit's as arbitrary as the next.

I like to start a new psychic cycle when I set up a fresh skateboard. It doesn't happen that often—I'm not out there breaking boards, ya know. But when it does, I look at that old deck and can summon all the crap that went down over the course of me riding it. Trips I went on. People I fell for. Laughs I had. Ways I got my ass handed to me. Life's a mystery. We don't know what's going on here. All we can do is grip a new board and throw another penny in the well.