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I found a skateboard in the trash!

I was coming out of the theatre late last night and had a piece of paper to throw away (it was the first page of my novel - so aggravating! I just can't figure out the exact right way to draw the audience into the alien world of Speldnor Seven.)

Anyway, my small detour led me to a trashcan with a perfectly good skateboard sitting in it. Which led me to the question: Why would anyone throw away a perfectly good skateboard?

I like to imagine some guy had just attempted a backside ollie followed by a stalefish grab - barley grind - crail slide triple with a little Andrecht invert thrown in for kicks (thank you Wikipedia) and failed miserably.

Then, sitting on the sidewalk, his board on its side by his feet, he cradled his bruised elbow and said out loud, "Is this really what I'm doing with my life? I'm 45-years-old." And he stood up, threw his board in the trash, and walked into his destiny.

That man?

Hugo Weaving