The Whord

Left Unheard

The Whord

Gone With A Lick

Since it has been so long since the last time I put anything up on my site, anything that I put here, has JUST GOT TO BE GOOD. A lot has occurred to me since I created this site, a lot of things that have inspired me (or made me in the mood) to write, but I just haven't been able to find the time, or just pure laziness has been the case. Now however, with things finally all killing me one at a time, I do find the time, and energy to express myself. OFCOURSE, I would never say any of this to a persons face, because I'm not like that.

WELL HERE IT IS

Drink Yourself Stupid, While You Can

It's August 27th, 2001; I come home at 8:30 from a wonderful date with a girl I like, but can't be involved with. I have a shower, get dressed for bed, and walk into the kitchen, and open the fridge to get a drink, only to hear, “She does need to be babysat, somebody should be watching her at all times,” my father tells my mom. As my mother turns around, I turn, our eyes meeting, and I see a sad look in her face, immediately, and I follow the conversation, asking, “Is she in the hospital again?” My mother replies, “No, but your Uncle found an empty bottle in the house?”

Still being a teenager, I don't quite comprehend a lot of the things adults do, however, they continue to do it. As in this story, my mothers sister (her), continues to drink herself into the hospital-which at this point doesn't take too much, because her liver is working at about 30 percent (which is life threatening, actually, anything under 60 percent is life threatening)-however, it still boggles my mind, I also forgot to tell you that she refuses to go into therapy, stating that “One AA meeting a week is good enough”. I still think that 7 days of AA won't do a thing, if as soon as you come home from the meeting; you slam back a cold one.

It has now been two years of her going in and out of the hospital, aging at a rapid pace, and quickly killing herself. There isn't a doubt in my mind that she knows what best, or what is going to save what little life she has left. I can remember on Christmas day of 1999, when my brother had to drive her to the hospital, because she drank herself “stupid”.

I can see how the act of being intoxicated is enjoyable, I understand how losing your inhibitions, and slurring your speech is considered “partying”. But what I don't understand is the incapability of growing up, everyday, people have to look in the mirror and say, “I'm an adult now, I have a husband, and kids, I have a family who love about me.”

Well, life must go on, and yesterday I went to visit my cousin, and to my very surprise, my moms sister was stumbling down the stairs in her normal drunken fashion, yelling and screaming at my cousin to get her something, I couldn't make out the words. Life goes on, and as I was leaving her house, I thought to myself, “I wonder if she knows no one cares anymore?”

Surf The Snow

Remember waking up, and looking out your bedroom window, to a couple inches of fresh snow. Looking at your clock, and waiting for the alarm to go off; knowing that you have a long day of school, and won't be able to ride the snow until you finish the day. Knowing that once you finally get to the hill, there will be very few runs, where you can create fresh tacks. Can you feel the itch under your skin as the clock ticks closer and closer to the end of the day, making you even more excited about going out for a ride that night.

The feeling of walking through the halls, and seeing your friends as you talk it up, about the tricks you are going to attempt, the runs you can't wait to do, and seeing all the locals that you have missed for so long. Opening your locker, and seeing a picture of your favourite snowboarder, doing "that trick" that you have been trying to stick for the longest time. And imaging yourself flying through the air, with just as much style and technique as he/she has.

Sitting in class, starring at the clock, dreaming about your last manual you did, and how sweet it felt. Remembering the last handrail you fell off of, and trying to think how you could have stayed on it, and made it feel better. Wondering if it is possible for you to push yourself for that extra half rotation, making all your friends jealous, because you can spin better than they can. Deciding that tonight will be the night that you will attempt a trick you have never done before, and imaging what it will be like, when you land it.

There's nothing in life like hitting a jump, flying throw the air freely, and feeling your own fear as you get closer to falling face first into that soft white stuff. That feeling is unimaginable, and even the few who have done it, have a hard time recreating it, but we all know it, whether it was when snowboarding, or skiing for that matter, or when we were young, doing snow angels.

Riding that fresh powder makes boys into men. Flying through trees to be the first to hit the freshest of the fresh, making your own trails, jibbing logs, and anything that comes onto your path. Hopping a backside air, onto the connecting trail, riding switch, faster, and cleaner than anyone is riding regular. You are on it, and don't want the night to end.

It's hard to believe that the season is almost over, it felt like it just started, and for some, the season ended weeks, even months ago. Some were unable to experience possibly the greatest part of the season, the last hit, where you get to see how much all your friends have progressed, and they are able to see how much of your life, and heart you have put into something you love so much, just to progress yourself further.

The season is coming to an end for us southern Ontarians, and is seeming to wear us down, each time we go out. It seems as though every ride is a test on our bodies, how much they can take, and how much we can give them. A lot of us are injured, and having a difficult time riding, but we keep going, just because we know we have the summer to rest, and become strong again for next winter. I just hope, that tomorrow brings us all together, and that B-Ill can shred this year, at least one last time. Do you remember that first hit of the night, it looked scary, and everyone was weird about doing it, but you stood up, and took control, you crouched, and hit that jump, like nothing before. Forget the landing, just remember as everyone cheered you on, how great you felt in the air. Its on!

Back to Propaghanda

The thoughts and ideas expressed on this page of those of the authors. Any unauthorized duplications of such "expressions" will result in a long torment of whining and complaining, a torture technique known as worse than ONLY Chinese Water Touture. Please left this art alone, and allow for creativity to be from within.


	Left Unheard The Whord Gone With A Lick Since it has been so long since the last time I put anything up on my site, anything that I put here, has JUST GOT TO BE GOOD. A lot has occurred to me since I created this site, a lot of things that have inspired me (or made me in the mood) to write, but I just haven't been able to find the time, or just pure laziness has been the case. Now however, with things finally all killing me one at a time, I do find the time, and energy to express myself. OFCOURSE, I would never say any of this to a persons face, because I'm not like that. WELL HERE IT IS Drink Yourself Stupid, While You Can It's August 27th, 2001; I come home at 8:30 from a wonderful date with a girl I like, but can't be involved with. I have a shower, get dressed for bed, and walk into the kitchen, and open the fridge to get a drink, only to hear, “She does need to be babysat, somebody should be watching her at all times,” my father tells my mom. As my mother turns around, I turn, our eyes meeting, and I see a sad look in her face, immediately, and I follow the conversation, asking, “Is she in the hospital again?” My mother replies, “No, but your Uncle found an empty bottle in the house?” Still being a teenager, I don't quite comprehend a lot of the things adults do, however, they continue to do it. As in this story, my mothers sister (her), continues to drink herself into the hospital-which at this point doesn't take too much, because her liver is working at about 30 percent (which is life threatening, actually, anything under 60 percent is life threatening)-however, it still boggles my mind, I also forgot to tell you that she refuses to go into therapy, stating that “One AA meeting a week is good enough”. I still think that 7 days of AA won't do a thing, if as soon as you come home from the meeting; you slam back a cold one. It has now been two years of her going in and out of the hospital, aging at a rapid pace, and quickly killing herself. There isn't a doubt in my mind that she knows what best, or what is going to save what little life she has left. I can remember on Christmas day of 1999, when my brother had to drive her to the hospital, because she drank herself “stupid”. I can see how the act of being intoxicated is enjoyable, I understand how losing your inhibitions, and slurring your speech is considered “partying”. But what I don't understand is the incapability of growing up, everyday, people have to look in the mirror and say, “I'm an adult now, I have a husband, and kids, I have a family who love about me.” Well, life must go on, and yesterday I went to visit my cousin, and to my very surprise, my moms sister was stumbling down the stairs in her normal drunken fashion, yelling and screaming at my cousin to get her something, I couldn't make out the words. Life goes on, and as I was leaving her house, I thought to myself, “I wonder if she knows no one cares anymore?” Surf The Snow Remember waking up, and looking out your bedroom window, to a couple inches of fresh snow. Looking at your clock, and waiting for the alarm to go off; knowing that you have a long day of school, and won't be able to ride the snow until you finish the day. Knowing that once you finally get to the hill, there will be very few runs, where you can create fresh tacks. Can you feel the itch under your skin as the clock ticks closer and closer to the end of the day, making you even more excited about going out for a ride that night. The feeling of walking through the halls, and seeing your friends as you talk it up, about the tricks you are going to attempt, the runs you can't wait to do, and seeing all the locals that you have missed for so long. Opening your locker, and seeing a picture of your favourite snowboarder, doing "that trick" that you have been trying to stick for the longest time. And imaging yourself flying through the air, with just as much style and technique as he/she has. Sitting in class, starring at the clock, dreaming about your last manual you did, and how sweet it felt. Remembering the last handrail you fell off of, and trying to think how you could have stayed on it, and made it feel better. Wondering if it is possible for you to push yourself for that extra half rotation, making all your friends jealous, because you can spin better than they can. Deciding that tonight will be the night that you will attempt a trick you have never done before, and imaging what it will be like, when you land it. There's nothing in life like hitting a jump, flying throw the air freely, and feeling your own fear as you get closer to falling face first into that soft white stuff. That feeling is unimaginable, and even the few who have done it, have a hard time recreating it, but we all know it, whether it was when snowboarding, or skiing for that matter, or when we were young, doing snow angels. Riding that fresh powder makes boys into men. Flying through trees to be the first to hit the freshest of the fresh, making your own trails, jibbing logs, and anything that comes onto your path. Hopping a backside air, onto the connecting trail, riding switch, faster, and cleaner than anyone is riding regular. You are on it, and don't want the night to end. It's hard to believe that the season is almost over, it felt like it just started, and for some, the season ended weeks, even months ago. Some were unable to experience possibly the greatest part of the season, the last hit, where you get to see how much all your friends have progressed, and they are able to see how much of your life, and heart you have put into something you love so much, just to progress yourself further. The season is coming to an end for us southern Ontarians, and is seeming to wear us down, each time we go out. It seems as though every ride is a test on our bodies, how much they can take, and how much we can give them. A lot of us are injured, and having a difficult time riding, but we keep going, just because we know we have the summer to rest, and become strong again for next winter. I just hope, that tomorrow brings us all together, and that B-Ill can shred this year, at least one last time. Do you remember that first hit of the night, it looked scary, and everyone was weird about doing it, but you stood up, and took control, you crouched, and hit that jump, like nothing before. Forget the landing, just remember as everyone cheered you on, how great you felt in the air. Its on! Back to Propaghanda The thoughts and ideas expressed on this page of those of the authors. Any unauthorized duplications of such "expressions" will result in a long torment of whining and complaining, a torture technique known as worse than ONLY Chinese Water Touture. Please left this art alone, and allow for creativity to be from within.