Corporate Sk8er

It’s the first really nice day out and I’m stuck in my office when I could be skating.

I’ll drink their coffee. I’ll eat their free cereal. I’ll even make an appointment with the in-house massage therapist.

But I’m NOT going to yoga today in the gym. I’m getting my board and riding to pier 62.

I’m going to get sweaty. I’ll use the 8th floor shower if I have to—if i’m not rolling away clean from a switch 360 flip by 1pm, I’m not coming back.

Because I’ll be damned if I spend all of tomorrow’s business class flight to Italy DREAMING about the ***pristine*** handrail Ryler and I found behind the Duane Read last night.

Uh, no, I’m not going to have any time to skate Milan, even though my boy Tony lives out there now and he says it’s insane. I’m not even bringing my board.

I care about Dove soap’s success in Italy. I really do. But I also care about filming the last part for my spot in my local crew’s new video.

The Rat Boyz need this because we’ve already hyped up the release party waaay up. Plus someone told me Rodney Mullen might show.

I’m seriously considering sending a junior team to cover for me in LA when I get back from Italy. New York’s just too sick right now to leave.