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“It’s a dream, sure, but it’s mine.” – Kevin Wilkins
The Skateboard Mag

This is awesome.
I live in the most amazing place. All my friends are here. I mean, even the friends I’ve met from other states and countries. Relocated, fool. Plus my entire well-adjusted, extended family. The high school I dropped out of is like second or third globally when it comes to placing their graduates in meaningful and lucrative management jobs. They just retired the number I wore in all three years of intramural basketball. The ceremony was glorious. God Bless ‘em.

You know what? You’d really love it here, too. I got spots coming out of my ass. So many spots that it gives other people diarrhea. The parks and rec department where I live is completely made up of young hip friends of mine who owe me favors, plus they all grew up skating, smoking weed, and taking acid, so, you know, they’re cool as fuck. The mayor’s kid is sponsored by some new Belgian board company, and all the shops here are owned and operated by skaters, and they’re free-standing, OG, mom-and-pop businesses that sponsor like fifty of the best pros, so you know, dudes are always cruising through to sign posters, premiere videos, drink Stella in the backs of fifteen-passenger vans, and build respectable relationships with the thousands of eligible singles who populate our fair city. Shit. I’ve been the best man at like seven or eight skate weddings in the last year. I was a groomsman in at least a dozen more.

And I got behind-the-counter bros and sistas at every coffee and pizza place and bar- even that one coffee, pizza, beer place that everyone hangs out at. So every days it’s like, wake up, skate one of the new parks that the acid freaks got funded through some secret federal grant, then hit a few spots on the way over to eat and drink for free until I’m good and comfortable. And then I might just sleep in until noon at one of my awesome cribs. Yeah, cribs … plural. Property is so cheap here that I’ve been able to buy a few homes. Anytime you need a place to stay, let me know. Seriously. You just say the word, man.

Needless to say (but of course, I’m saying it) I love where I live. You do, too.

It’s a dream, sure, but it’s mine. And it’s a lucid one. I can also dream that you’re a llama and then you are one. A llama who can do hardflips. You’re very popular on YouToobs.

But is it real? Does it hold weight? Is it sustainable? Is it really universal?

It depends on what you want and how bad you want it.

You gotta know this, though: your dream, your fantasy, your vision happens wherever you lay your head, not where someone else decides it’s happening. You don’t need to sleep in LA or NYC. You can dream in Anchorage, in Zephyrhills, or anywhere your city, town, or village falls on the alphabetical list. It’s fun to visit or move to new place- even the places that everyone else dreams that they’re supposed to visit or move to- but what if you’re already in the most amazing place?

Oh wait, you are.

It’s your dream, not mine, not anyone else’s. Make it happen the way you want it to happen, you furry, lanolin-free, hardflipping, llama, you. (0)S

The Skateboard Mag
I never liked you
Issue 128

Initial Remarks Dream State
By Kevin Wilkins

Dream state: To know that there’s more than one way to live.

Sponsored boards: Because sponsoring a kid or two would be pretty cool. Sure. It’s a dream. But it’s mine. And it’s a lucid one too. xo Delany

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The King of Little Things:  www.delanyspace.com

Girl Scouts: www.blog.girlscouts.org

Hello Kitty: www.fastcompany.com

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