It's August 18th, 2011. It's my birthday. We're in Argentina shouting pow.
Having a sick day actually. Hit some step-downs this morning.
I had a sick jump sesh just now. Dropped a couple cliffs.
The snow is ridiculous.
And we got like a full run down the old Laguna.
Dropped some more cliffs, do some lines, shed some pow.
And then we got a party because it's my birthday.
I like the party. No worries.
Nice burns.
Rock, paper, scissors, scissors.
I got rock.
It's when you wait.
Come on.
Rock, paper, scissors, scissors.
