Some Years Ago...
There is something to be said about being strictly a skateboard civilian. Civilians being those not affiliated with skateboarding, thus, a skateboard civilian is one who skateboards though is not involved with "the industry" which, in someways, I am now a part of. Check my blog entaglement. Oh, you are checking it.
It was early 2000 something, before any TSM or anything. and I was living in a skate house. Totally skate civilian. As it happened, Joey Pepper and Jerry Fowler and video dude ended coming up through Minneapolis due to a Boston Friend. They stayed at the skate house next to mine. We showed them here and there and around, but they mainly found their way to the University of Minnesota campus, where the skate spots abound, and there's also plenty of chicks to talk to as well. They took to that quickly.
One of the last nights that those guys were to be around, they left for the bar and also left a 24 of Coors Light in the fridge. Skate house rules being claimed, we quickly handled all remaining beers left in said case. Upon return, Jerry and company (which only includes video guy, Pepper left for the house next door), were not super stoked to find all their beer gone. One thing led to another, and the "drinking all their beer beef" was to be settled in a good old wrestling match. Me and Jerry were deemed the most suitable pair to battle it out; I was 20 or so, and he was 20 plus five or so. Either way, he was about as tall as I am, and we went for it. Fowler ended up forgoing the count, and hitting me on "2", getting such a good rush on me that he sent me right through the wall, which had been waiting paitently behind me.
I left a butt and lower back and upper back hole in the wall. Jerry was pretty cool about the whole thing, but about a half hour later an unnamed roomy in said skate house and an unnamed video pawn got into an actual fist fight and it was time to call it, in the form of them driving off into the sunrise (Fowler, Pepper, and unnamed video guy who will be just that), and us going to bed.
All said and done, this is the perfect story for this here blog. Jeremy Reeves, who lived in the house at the time, ended up patching up the holes in the wall. Fowler, he ended up as an EMT in the Boston area, made friends with me via myspace , and got some clips in Minneapolis for his DNA video part. Me, I'm blogging about it.
