I’m replying to a post I saw on My Space as “Fake Ass Friends”, written by someone who wasn’t getting enough attention I assume. (Read the rest of this story.)

When I was 14 I got my first “real” skateboard. Not one of those cheesey Wal-Mart brand deals with the plastic trucks and some hot pink and green color scheme. I got it because I always thought it was cool. I got it to be cool. I turn 26 this year, and looking back trying to be cool was the reason I begged my parents to buy me a skateboard, but the reason I rode it had nothing to do with that.
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When I was little I would be skating down the sidewalk with my buddies, and I could always count on all the shit-kickers and jock-dorks to yell the infamous line “SKATE OR DIE DUDE!” when they drove by.
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First of all I started riding dirtbikes at age 2 1/2 on a fifty that had training wheels. My dad was always into dirtbikes and we just always went out on the weekends as a family.
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I remember when I was little; I wasn’t like the other kids. I was “that” kid at school. I had no friends, no girls liked me, and I did well in class. I wasn’t interested in sports. I was the nerd.
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We started out as a group of friends that rode dirt bikes, BMX, skateboards, & wakeboards. We rode all day and partied all night. We were the anti-jocks, the evil kenevils of high school vs. the trendy roid pumping posers. (Read the rest of this story.)

You are not special. Team Loco is about supporting the cause, showing that you understand, respect, or support someone’s actions. I’m sick of all you pansies out there who want to feel special. (Read the rest of this story.)