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Old Head #1
Old Head follows Craig, a San Diego skateboarding local, and the last of a dying breed. Old Head episodes will be coming out on a monthly basis (estimated).
I see a lot of young bucks at the park these days. All these fools care about are getting sponsors, money, and meeting Shawn White. Not me though. I skate for the love of it. I have to. I guess you can say that the decision was made for me by the guys in charge of sponsoring people. Those people made it pretty clear that I was never going to get sponsored, which fucking sucks.
At first it was due to the fact that I was not as good as most people who were skating around me. I’d go to a spot with like five other guys and we’d all be shredding shit and people watching would be like “Five out of six of you are super sick but the sixth guy is a fat dork.”
And everytime I’d be like, today might be different. And I’d just try to keep my head down and work on my craft but before I could even put my head down they would be like “Hey Craig don’t put your head down there is no point.” Tough break, but you gotta be strong, you know?
As I got older it became more about how I was still not very good but also I was too old. They would be like, “Bro you are 35 and you have a weird hourglass figure you should go into webcam modeling or some shit.” When you are trying to get a sponsorship deal with a skateboarding company, that’s not the shit you are trying to hear! Like, I woke up today thinking that I might get on Birdhouse and chop it up with Shawn White, but now I’m being told I should get naked for the internet? Fuck!
But every time I slide open my van door, put on all my pads, and roll up to Robb Field Skatepark, I’m reminded that my sacrifices are to something bigger. The lifestyle. The skater lifestyle. The only lifestyle I know.
I literally can’t do anything else. Except for webcam modeling. Webcam modeling is how I make a majority of my money. The rest of the money I make is when someone at the park hands me money and begs me to leave because I am ruining the experience. I just pocket that shit and keep on skating. Old head move. There’s no price to get a true skater to stop skating. You should know that.
But I did take the advice to do webcam modeling. I run that out of my van. Super humble set up. As I’ve gotten older I’ve tried to be less of a hot head and listen more and it’s true that I do have an hourglass figure that is rare in its beauty. I’ve always known that I have full breasts and wide hips but I’m not gonna bark about it. People talk too much and you just gotta be. I just hit record and try to grind it out.
I don’t try and talk money but I have been blessed. Straight up. Maybe it’s the lighting in the van or the mesh I wear but I got people chirping at me saying “Oh shit, Craig. You are honestly the cutest big tittied goth girl I’ve ever seen. Please come to Japan and meet me. I’ll kill my wife for you.”
But when I get real and take a step back from the fame, it’s pretty clear. Japan is not Robb Field Skatepark. And that’s where the conversation ends. So for now, that webcam money is for gas and new skateboarding gear.
I got up late today. I try to get to the park early and get my lines down before the groms come and tell me I look like a child molester. Getting up late is happening now more and more. Body isn’t meant to skate forever. Why do I want this so bad? Even the question being asked inside my own head amps me up. I’m ready to shred. Or so I think. Easy homie. You know you can’t do that just yet.
I roll my van to McDonalds. Fuck. I feel like how Rodney Mullen must have felt out on the road with Bones Brigade: eating McDonalds, wiping McGriddle off his mesh webcam shirt, killing it. I keep one McGrid for the park. Young bucks show up with no food to the park and look surprised when they get hungry around lunch time. It’s called protein, niño. Look it up.
I roll my van back to Robb Field. I bust out the tunes, as I am one to do. Check that: one tune. Dani California! Only need one song if it’s that good. I keep the windows rolled down to try and get some group vibes with the other cars rolling around. A lot of people around here are mobbing out to some computer job and have no time for music. It sucks for other people that music has to stop. For me, music never stops. I think it takes some bravery to say shit like that but in a lot of ways I am fearless.