I was 15 years old. I was depressed and my home life was shit. I had been sent to a shrink. It was bull shit. I got a skateboard and a Bad Religion album. And for the first time Infelt fucking alive. This path has given me head injuries; bad ankles; trashed shoulder; lost nights; strained relationships and all other manner of insanity. I wouldn’t trade any of it. I have friends old and recent that are my fucking family. It is the one thing that has always It’s the reason I didn’t open my skin when I wasn’t able to feel comfortable in it. It has ALWAYS unquestionably and unconditionally made me feel loved. 19 years later I look back and realize the wreckage a board and punk tunes have drug me through. It’s allowed me to survive and love life!

C Fish