Young and Alone.

Mike Vallely is my hero.

It just doesn’t get more real than him.
Not only is he one of the most inspiring athletes in modern history, but
he’s also a loving husband and father. 

Finally someone I can look up to.

We may operate in two completely different fields - it doesn’t matter.
I will always look up to the way he runs his career.
He’s always been in it for the good reasons - no fucking gimmicks.
Like me. In it for the long haul. 

In 2010, after parting ways with Powell Peralta for the third time, he started working on his own project. 
Something we now call Elephant Skateboards.

After riding for various corporate entities for so many years, he decided to bring it back to where it began.
To a time where he was riding for himself. Before companies came knocking at his door. Before friends turned to strangers and enemies. 

Finally something I can relate to.

Doing what you love because you just love it.
No agenda. Pure, raw passion.
No girls, no clothes.
Doing it because you have no other choice.

Something I can finally understand. 

And all the principles and morals I have learned through Mike Vallely.
All the tips and pointers he has unconsciously given me.
I can finally apply to my own career.

And for that, I thank him.

Long live Elephant Skateboards.

 

A lot of people have been asking me why I chose not to drink, and what has driven me towards such a healthy lifestyle.
Let’s get this straight; I do drink, but I’ve matured enough over the years to understand that everything needs to be done with moderation.

Enough with the grown-up garbage.

When it comes to beverages in general, I’m a champ.
I only drink the good stuff, and by good stuff I mean Dr Pepper.

Dr Pepper is no bullshit. 
A nectar created by some of the most mythical creatures of the underworld.
The only real girlfriend a boy could ever need.
The patron saint of all deliciousness.

Beer is for pussies. Beer is wet bread and olives combined into one vomit-inducing
troll-making faggotry of a drink.

Again, Dr Pepper is no bullshit. The kind of drink that makes you wish Betty White was a cool dude, and makes you want to punch babies in the face while burning a barn full of fucking Pabst Blue Ribbon hipsters.

Get with the program, kids.

Dr Pepper is no bullshit.

There’s only so much a friend can take.

Sometimes, when a friend keeps doing stupid shit,
the kind that sends chills down your spine,
the kind that goes against everything you stand for,
it’s time to sit down and think about one thing;
maybe that friend is not worthy of your time anymore.

People don’t change.
If you think love can change someone, you’re wrong.
If you think YOU can change someone, you’re foolish.
Some people were just programmed to be fucking retarded,
and I’ve learned that denial can only serve you for so long.

Friends, they come and go.
You can’t have seven best friends. Life doesn’t work that way.
It’s all about finding that one person you can count on, and learning to stick to the plan.
The rest is all extra; 
Icing on the cake.
Cheez-whiz and broccoli. 

This being said, 
I’ve always been one to walk away from friends.
My dad always told me that there is no need to surround yourself with bullshit.
My dad is also the best dad a boy could ever ask for. A real man, in a fake world.
Always one to cut through the bullshit and look at the bottom line.
I wouldn’t wanna let him down, so I learned to be cold - just like him.
But not the bad kind of cold.
Just cold enough to be able to severe ties and burn bridges.

And truth is, though some people say that mentality is a curse,
I find peace and comfort knowing that one day, when you do me wrong,
I’ll be able to turn my back and walk away.

And from that day forward, you’ll be completely dead to me.

-Pierre

 

Between you and I, 2011 was a shit year.
Not so much for all the things that happened,
but more for all the things that didn’t.

I met some really good people.
However, these people can be counted in one hand.
The hundreds of others I met were all completely worthless -
A bunch of fucking losers, sucking away at each other’s soul.
A pack of rancid maggots, with no direction in life.
All working for the same corporate entity. All part of a cult of fucking wannabes.

If anything, these rancid garbage-inducing trolls taught me one thing;
they taught me real values through their lack of morals and ethics.
From that shitty photographer-groupie life sucking bitch,
to that kid who travelled all the way across the globe to prove himself that he could
give rabies to any breathing entity.
They all taught me how to be a better man. How to stand by my own beliefs.

This year, through others, I learned that cheating on your girlfriend is bad.
I also learned that putting up with someone who cheats on you is a lot worse.
I learned the real value of money - By gaining some, and losing a lot more. 
I saw friends turn into strangers, and strangers turn into enemies.  

I filed police reports against people I would’ve taken a bullet for.
I took one too many knives in the back. 
I learned that forgiving is for fucking pussies -
spine-less jags.

Most of all, 
I lost a best friend, a soulmate. 
A reason to carry on.
A light at the end of a dark, endless tunnel.

I learned how to mourn and face reality.
All the while giving me something to look forward to when they bury me in a
coffin and I pass on to the other side. 

All in all, 2011 was a shit year.
But I’m still here, sincere.
And no one’s ever gonna take that away from me.

-P 

#MODERNGHOST #WITHOUTYOU. 

I miss you so much right now, Sally. =(

This song is blowing my mind right now. Screw the haters; Nickelback can write some really good music.

Spent the whole day in bed reading this.