Best Laid Plans
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.