Hello Giant Bomb. Wow, do I have a fantastic blog for you.
Within the last week I re-socketed my shoulder, which has been a
pain in the ass to both sleep and skate. I was strongly advised not to
skate with the shoulder injury, but I've never followed rules or advice
very well. After being in tremendous amounts of pain, I decided to heed
the advice that was given to me and lay off the skating for a while.
Now, that the muscles are more relaxed and the bone has been reset ( if
pain is your thing, I would suggest this) I can now give my shoulder
some well-deserved rehabilitation and rest. My method has been sitting
at home playing Smash Bros. Brawl and Halo 3 online while I let the
healing process commence.

I eat the S'mores but couldn't find a pic
Also,
yesterday was Tuesday, and honestly, I'm not quite sure what to think
of it. Bittersweet has been a reoccurring theme in my life, maybe
everyone's life. Good things are balanced by bad things and those are
balanced by good again; the cycle never ends. Nobody can live a life
filled with nothing but good. Because of this, I have come to accept,
nay, welcome the bad things that happen in life. Anyways, yesterday was
a great day. I woke up, had a Pop Tart and oatmeal for breakfast like I
always do and skated off to work on a fantastically beautiful morning.
The sun was shining on my lunch break and the slight breeze was welcome
addition to the downtown food court where hundreds of gorgeous business
women walked confidently in their billowing skirt-suits.
So on this most fantastic of days, I thought that nothing could
possibly go wrong...and of course, it did. Now, where I live, there are
some streets that you simply cannot ride a skateboard on (it has to be
the stupidest fucking thing ever) and if you are caught, you are cited
$60 and have your board confiscated. I'm speaking specifically about
the Denver 16th St mall, which is built on a hill, paved in smooth
granite and begs to be skated. Now, I must have used up all of my luck
throughout the day because I actually was caught. The officer took my
board and gave me the run-down, his "You can't skate here" speech was
tired but well rehearsed, it wasn't the first time I heard this speech
from an officer of the law.
Now, most people label skaters as
inconsiderate, rude and immature. This is true for the most part.
However when in a situation where my only mode of transportation, and
my very purpose for existence is being threatened, I have the unique
ability to sugar coat a log of shit and serve it with sprinkles. A
silver tongue is a valuable tool in getting what you want, even if you
are in the wrong. Rather than arguing with the officer, I decided to
play the civility card. Originally I would have had my board
confiscated, and would be given a citation to appear in court, in
addition to paying a ticket. Because I didn't "jump the gun" or "fly
off the handle" , I was given a warning, a ticket and, most
importantly, I got my board back. I still have to pay the ticket, but
at least I won't be losing my sweet setup. This was my second time
being busted for the same thing, though it won't be the last.

Coheed & Cambria
Finally,
as the day winded down, I printed my tickets for the concert I was
about to attend. The bands playing were Trivium, Coheed & Cambria
and Slipknot. I have seen Coheed & Cambria 3 times before and
always see them play when they come to town. The show was lackluster by
Coheed's standards. I have seen them rock a crowd when they were
headlining at the Fillmore, when they played
center stage at Warped tour and again when they
opened for Avenged Sevenfold.
I still can't quite put my finger on it, but something about the show
last night was missing. Of course, when Slipknot came on stage, they
sure made up for it. If you have never seen a Slipknot performance,
than I strongly suggest that you do. Now, the tickets that I bought
from Ticket Master was not the ones that I had originally wanted. I got
boned on this one. Instead of floor tickets, they gave me a seat ticket
and instead of sending the ticket through the mail (like I requested),
I had to print my ticket only moments before the show. Because of this,
I was not allowed floor access...at first.
I've been inside the Denver Colosseum many times, in fact, I plan on going again later this month for the
Denver March Pow Wow.
Being a veteran to the venue, I understand that hosting an event of
this magnitude with only so many security workers, someone with a good
head on their shoulders could exploit this to their advantage, and I
did. I got in line for floor-access wristbands and explained that my
ticket allowed me access (even though it didn't). Rather than arguing
with me, the overwhelmed venue worker handed me a wristband without
question, granting me access to the sweet mosh below.
The night ended with me talking my way out of a fight with a drunk die-hard Slayer fan and his homely girlfriend.