Nine years is a lot of growing up
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| 1998 | 2007 | |
|---|---|---|
| Skateboards | Ledges, stairs, rails, skate spots and skate parks | Pop off curb cuts and do manuals on the way to/from the video store |
| Desserts | The whole cake please, sans the corner pieces – and never mind dinner | Microwaved for 10–15 seconds and served with a scoop of vanilla ice cream – and never mind dinner |
| Rock Shows | “This one goes to 11!” | “How does your head not explode without ear plugs?” |
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what about ketchup? still give you cancer?
How about what time you get up in the morning and when you go to bed?
How old was your knee in 1998? Isn’t it like 90 years old now?
love your photos…. so are polaroids your new attraction?? because then i think that we have something in common…. only i started my phase in 9th grade. we could compare collections sometime.
It was never about ketchup resulting in cancer. It was tomatoes. I’m totally down with tomatoes these days, so no more cancer there. However, the ketchup making process still inflicts cancer in those bottles. Beware.
In 1998 my knee was 17 years old. Today it is 86. There is a complex equation behind that calculation that involves the transition in skateboarding smiles between 1998 and 2007 outlined above. Maybe I’ll share someday.
Polaroids. Worst idea ever. In a really good sort of way. The photos are from a midnight photo scavenger hunt I took part in and it should be mentioned that I didn’t necessarily do all the pointing, clicking and shaking-just-cause-it’s-fun behind every photo. But I at least scouted the location or pointed fingers for each. I’m down to see your collection any day – bring them over sometime.
So basically, your body is in its MID-twenties, your knee is 86, and according to sally, your mind is 17. Nice.
Wait. Not 17. In 9th grade. Maybe my mind is 86.
1998: running away from girls on the playground
2007: girlfriend
ha ha ha
1998: plays crappy bass and says it’s the best ever
2007: finally buys good bass and realizes what you’ve been missing
1998: hadn’t gone through puberty yet
2007: boobs are a hassle… wish it were still 1998