It's kind of just like rolling down the road, looking out the window.
There's a spot I like to sit backwards by the table.
It's pretty good and just everybody kind of has that feeling they're on the road going somewhere new.
Not really knowing what to expect.
And just kind of like, it's just quiet.
People looking at the road passing by.
And you know, not knowing whatever the next experience is going to be.
What is this shit?
That's just fat.
That's just fat.
It's like a dope spot.
You want to skate but it's covered in pork fat.
I don't even know what that was.
You have to like wipe your feet off every time you try to trick.
My tail was covered in grease.
I was just like hanging out.
The RV was parked right there in Sanch.
Right away, he fucking shins himself on one of the animal homes and fucking splits his shit wide open.
But no, we were just like, we were really spent after being on the road for 12 days.
You're just like, fuck dude.
None of us are used to like really like skating every day, like in a new place.
Being on tour is like an exhausting thing if you're skating every day.
Your legs are just, fuck.
You can't really function, right?
Yeah, you don't turn on Superman's kick.
You don't spin into the wheel.
You don't hold the best of my old old ranger and your dog lives around with slim.
Thank you.
