They were a perfect fit. As soon as the thief clicked in for the first time, it was on. The thrill of breaking the law soon to be replaced by hot laps on hotter skis. The air felt cleaner, the jumps flowed better, the rails slid like butter. It was all he could ask for. Then on his third run he went for a 7 and just froze up at 270. It was like he was glued to the air, like something was calling him out for his bullshit thievery. He didn't fall too hard and laughed it off. The rest of the run he kept slipping out of rails and feeling worse and worse. The thrill of his Vishnu joyride was coming to an end. Now he was flooded with thoughts about the skis, the bad vibes, OP, and he just couldn't shake them. He tried to ski faster, turn the music up louder, but nothing worked. He felt as if everyone was staring at him. Even his playlist seemed to be playing songs for the occasion. He started to feel sick. On the inrun to the final dfd he carved out, sidejumped, and started throwing up at the edge of the trail. The pain, the regret was too much to face. He had to give the skis back, but how? He decided to set them next to OP's car, as stealthy as he could be. Unfortunately OP did not see them, and himself and many others ran them down.
Sometimes under a full moon, they can both be found in their respective homes, thinking of what could have been. It's safe to say that day has helped to shape who both skiers are at this very moment. A story of courage, crime, and picking up the broken piece. A wonderfully uplifting tale for the whole family. Ebert and Roeper call it "Inspiring" Trump calls it "Fake News" and IMDP lists it as "One of the quintessential films of a generation"
On this Christmas eve, be inspired, be captivated, and be transformed by this witty film that dares to dream. An adventure that will leave you dazzled.
"Crime sprees and Vishnu skis" Rated PG69
