Golf Club - Lazy Summer Afternoon

This cunt is popping his fucking skateboard for half an hour now right in front of my window. I want to carve his fucking skull in with this fucking board of his. And I´m obliged to do so, because he´s a skateboarder, they´re all fags qua definition. And he´s loud and disturbs me in my nap.

That prick might be as old as me, because no decent kid would nowadays buy a skateboard. They are all into football-haircuts and high-street fashion. 

So I think - and the warm 8pm sun shines through the window on my belly. And I realize, the reason why a want to hurt this fucker is not only that he´s a noisy pain in the ass. The late summer-sun, the faggot with the skateboard and the beer in my bowels remind me of a time long gone.

Remember the summers, when you had no obligations at all? You could sleep in the day. Wake up, clean out the fridge and go for a ride. And in the late afternoon, you would meet with your friends. Not to go in a in-café, or a fancy restaurant. No, to hang out. Have a beer. Watching some of your mates try to lose their sanity over an Ollie. Spending a lazy afternoon - just living right in the moment.

Back then – in our small town with nothing much to do – we were bored. But free.

Ten, fifteen years later, I look back and think: Those were the best moments. 

Nothing can bring back that feeling of freedom, that idea of doing the right thing at the right time with the right people. Nothing can bring it back, not cheap hipster-shorts, Converse and a ten-year-old skateboard in front of my window.

PS: I matured over the years. So I won´t kill that punk with this plywood-mess. I am going to do it in a decent way. I carve his hippie-skull in with a golf club, that miserable prick!