Articles by one-love

The worst day ever. My car got broken into and lost a lot of material, so I went skiing. I slipped in my ski boots on some ice and I dislocated my shoulder, so I got high. I was feeling kinda of down so I went home. Had to get ready for my trip to breck-love, so I took some shots and had some...

so the school year was finally over. the student was dead and the summer inside me was alive again. i decided to celebrate and go skating. i grabbed my board and warmed up on some mellow hills to get my confidence. it had been a while since i skated because of my knee but everthing felt pretty...

so today i was in an elavator nervously awaiting the news i was about to hear from my doctor. Was my knee done and gone?would i need surgery again? then a ringing noise interupted my thoughts and the elavator stopped at level 3. when the doors opened a group of old people showered around me...

o there we were siting on a log in the woods enjoying the first sunny day in what seemed like years. My friend had just broke his ankle when a feeble attempt of surfing down a rocky slope on a sled went horribly wrong. Instead of going to the hospital he had insisted on smoking two blunts. so...

we stayed at a hotel and the man who owned it wore a smile that hid his illict lifestyle. the lst impression devauled him but the imagination didnt seem to agree with the truth. howie was his name. short asian bald complimented by sweat pants and a hawian shirt. his english was poor and his...

so yeah the weight of drinking has become to heavy for my mind to handle. every battle ends with a casuality. wether it be a faceless fat girl, a broken object or a headache that rings like a hangover. my room mate just walked in and its obvious by his silence that i probally hit him or...

The story goes as follows. This happened in the younger days of my college existence, the days before that one day that will haunt me forever me. But back to the story. Fiiting perfectly into the stereotype our forfathers created for us we were drinking heavly and having fun. The night grew...

so i might have torn my acl again and all the nightmares i so deligently put away have come back to haunt to me. i have searched the world for something besides skiing to gradify my desire to feel alive, but i have come up short in all directions. my mother told me injuries would show me that...

so for every man out there who has a had a handjob and has found that it was both lousy and painfull, this word is for you. for the rest of you sick fucks who enjoy them to you i say..... ur a fag. but anyways back to the point. so the other night i got a hand job from this chick at some kids...

i want to ski and for those of you who can fuck off. all my good friends are up at the gulch right now sculpting a massive jump. in a view hours they will take a long deserved break and look at thier masterpiece and imagine to themselves of all the sick shit they could throw off it. after a...