SONS OF VX - LONG SLEEVES - BLACK
PART 5 - CHAPTER 2
Day 35: I miss skateboarding. The city outings, drinking on steps, fighting, the smell of piss. I've been roaming these streets since I was 11 years old, looking for vices and adrenaline. But what's left of all that? A couple of analog photos and a memory weakened by my THC fogged neurons. If only we had something to film it all with. In those days, our mobile phones only had limited functions. To put together and save footage, you couldn't just click a few keys on a tactile screen. I remember the six step high flip I did when I was only 4'6 tall and just turned 12. That day, I couldn't have imagined that a few weeks later it would be recorded over by wedding footage of the guy whose camera we borrowed. The image of those wasted thirty-somethings-year-olds, dancing the conga will haunt me forever. God damned VX... We really did love that tape. The charm of its blurriness, its constant dust, the whole of the nineties compiled into this one little object. Let's praise it like we should and save its memory.
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