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Cody Witt has moved away from sunset but i hear him everyday i'm there. |
a long time ago i lived next door to a really cool guy, he screamed like a cartoon character to people on skateboards as he pedaled by... coming from where, and going to..., these were things i never really would know until i followed him for myself one day. to the end and past dead end street...down into the woods, steep paths, over foot bridges made of old motorcycle crates (stolen under cover of darkness), back up hills eventually leading to a safe haven, "paradise" i called it. Big holes, burms to ride around, and a tree fort. Too Cool! i was 13. for the rest of my time on earth i will always cherish those days in the woods with my old friends. As ridiculous as the induction into the cool club was... riding naked, getting chased naked, being the bungee cord holding both weasils car doors closed the entire ride to Dracut Mass to ride M.O.D. It's as if they are frozen in time to me, always staying with me, with every shovel full i throw, i hear the SCREECHING criticism of a thousand weasils, a hundred SHOWTIME's, i hear Joey P. scream at his Huffy Super Deluxe every time i see someone new case the second jump in mainline.
Lev moved to Vermont and i still got the gift of a visit from him now and again. Lev and Cody's broken bike parts make our wheelbarrow. |
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