WienerFight: Dezember 2010

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Butter Knife 13: Don't Startle the Bears from casey wrightsman on Vimeo.

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so first of all... i wrote this entry in english! why? because everything which reminds me in any way of "german" fucks me up!!!

for the last two days i decided to drive home. normally i've no reason to went home during the week, all my friends study somewhere else and i mean there's a reason why our so called home faded into the background over the last years.
anyway, at the moment i move into a new flat in munich. i really appreciate to get a crib of my desire. but working and moving at the same time fucks you up.

that's why i went home, just in order to relax and to take a time-out.

the snow conditions here are super awesome. i guess we've up to 80cm of snow. when i woke up, i turned on the swag, slipped into my shred gear, stepped into my boots, took my stick and went to the car. feeling the snow under my boots never felt so good for quite a while. actually there was nobody at the hill, best conditions, up to 20cm of fresh powpow from last night. i smelled it, that's gonna be a epic day!
first run, i strapped on the binding...clickclick...plugged in the headphones, drop in! the snow splattered all over my board, then there was the first hit at the corner, bs 3, stomped it, next hit a little jump, method, then there's my new tree feature followed by a little natural wall, pop out lazy 1, continuing switch, sw bs 3 at the slope and then there's this new natural jump, i really liked it and honoured it with a massive rocket air, stomped it, yeah for it! next hit another edge, bs 3 again followed by a tailtap bs 1. so much pow, that's why i'd to spray everything at the last part of the slope. the first run was completed with a fs 3.
holy shit, that run felt sooooooo damn goood!

it was 02.00 p.m. when i went up the hill and 8:30 p.m. when i took the ride.

i never felt this satisfied for a whole while. i was there on my own, i had the whole time for myself, i thought about a lot of things, i had so much fun within almost 50 runs i did and i came to a final conclusion: fuck work, fuck everything, i just want to listen to my heart, doing the things i really love and just being mentally happy and satisfied. we live in a world in which we forget to enjoy the simplicity of life. if i could, i would definitely change it. damn. listening to the xx and shreding some powpow almost felt like having the greatest sexual experience ever, i swear! man this day was so fucking awesome! i took an run after another until my musculature over acidified.

as i already told i was there alone....almost...after 2 hours a old man fronted me. he said "ihr sollts doch niad in da lift trassen fahren!" that's some old fashioned german an means something like "stay on the slope!". wtf?

F U C K Y O U ! ! !

i decided to get into a conversation with that guy, it failed. did you ever feel something called "fun" in your fucking life you fucking scumbag? so again

F U C K Y O U ! ! !

who are you? why do you even care? are you some kind of slope cop? can i please see your slope law, mo'fucka? i endangered nobody, actually there wasn't anyone at the hill. i hate the german mentality. it sucks, sucks and fucking sucks dicks! i guess this guy wasn't even able to read, otherwise he would have seen my fucking commitment on my jacket " SHRED AND DESTROY". i hope, that the next time at the hill will be with my dawgs and in such a case, i swear, we'll kick ass!

i never wanna grow up, i want to stay wild forever!