Back from the Dead

[theantiquetiger]

A skateboarding lawyer/journalist whos also a Dj... and gets in scraps....are you sure you arent living in some kind of weird 80's tv series?

Welcome back!

I was thinking the same thing!!!

From "Point Break":

"Lawyers don't surf(skateboard)"
Well, this one does!"

[MarkStalcup]

Thanks for the good wishes.

Yeah, I've been skateboarding since I was 9...I just bought a Hook-Ups board because I thought the manga art looked cool...snagged some Destructo Bam silver trucks for it. Seems to ride okay, but like I said, when one falls at 39, it seems to hurt a hell of a lot worse than at 15. Or at least the pain lasts longer.

I am indeed a skateboarding journalist/attorney. And I haven't really had a haircut since January 2007...I pull it back into a ponytail in court...so I'm a longhaired skateboarding journalist/attorney who hasn't been in a scrap since 1995, and really doesn't relish fighting. But yeah, I'm weird and I know it. I also collect these figures from the 1970s, called Megos. You may have heard of them. Oddly, that gets me stranger looks than the long hair and the skateboarding. :-)

The area of Haute it's in is down in 12 Points, which is Lafayette Avenue. Bad neighborhood, generally...but I've lived in that neighborhood off and on since 1990, so you get comfortable and stop thinking there's any danger. There's Union Hospital, and three bars - Malloy's, 6th Avenue, and the Wagon Wheel. Sixth Avenue was the bar where my friends came out of.

Two gas stations, one of which has pumps which date from the 1970s...that's where I was headed. It was due south of me - the intersection I got jumped at was maybe 30 yards from it, so no cameras pointed where I was.

I'd parked my truck down at 13th and 6th...my buddy Danny has a fenced in garage, warehouse and compound there, where we're also working on my Mustang, and the truck was low on gas...Silverado burns gas at 15 mpg so I didn't want it stalling on the street, which it's done once lately. When the low fuel light came on, I grabbed the gas can and went walking. Dumb idea, but again, I've lived there off and on 18 years and one starts getting a bit relaxed in one's own neighborhood.

The blonde guy got the busted lip and black eye, I'm told. Brunette guy got pegged once, and a bruise below his eye, but I'm hearing all that secondhand from the cops and the bouncers. The first elbow shot I took to the head knocked my contacts out of whack and my eyesight sucks without them. (I have like a -6.5 and a -6 prescription, which is very nearsighted.)

And I'd love to surf, man. Alas, I am landlocked in Indiana. One of my major dreams is to surf the Great Barrier Reef in Australia on a longboard someday. Seriously. Me and a buddy of mine, Devon Massey, who used to draw the "Cavewoman" comic, are both surfers stuck in Indiana, which sucks. The best one can hope for is some weak bodysurfing up at Lake Michigan on a good day.

[Adam West]

Welcome back....glad to hear you are ok.

You are right about being older and not being able to do what you could 20 years ago. I still play soccer at 40 and I don't know how to play at less than 100% so I always end up crippled for a week after a game because I still feel as healthy as a 20 year old and although I am very healthy and in shape, I just can't do what I used to without a muscle hurting here or there.

About a year ago, I had three teenagers (16/17 year olds) breaking bottles in my street. I walked out and demanded that they clean up the mess they made. The biggest kid who was about my height 6 feet approached me with clenched fists at one point and I told him if he took a step closer, I was going to kick the **** out of him regardless of his age.

Luckily he backed off. The other two didn't look like they wanted to get involved which was good and at a new years party, a neighbor mentioned that he saw part of the incident and said it was pretty bold of me to stand up to the 17 year old. I guess it never occurred to me that the possibility existed that he might have taken me down if the fists started flying. I am also guessing that he was probably one of those bully types who is used to having people back down to him and he was entering new territory when I stood my ground and told him in a calm but authoritative tone not to take another step toward me. Glad nothing ever came of it.