Hi
I'm Darkly
Have you seen Crusty Demons & Jackass?

First dislocated my neck at age 8 - a backflip on a BMX that went wrong.
Grazing my top lip on the kerb was a close call a year later.

Second neck dislocation at age 16 - freeride snowboarding, winter of '96, Queenstown. I caught the back edge at high speed & did 3 cartwheels using the back of my neck & my board. I couldn't be bothered switching bindings from freestyle to freeride. I remember looking back up the slope and seeing my hat 100m up the hill at the first cartwheel. Hard lesson learned. I got back up and did another run after that. But I've never used a pillow since.

Best photo was of Queenstown, down below, between my feet - Parapeunting.

I've lost count of the amount of car crashes/collisions I've been in. I got a '69 Austin Mini airborn @ 125. Head hitting the ceiling and trying to keep control when it landed was funny. Just being seen driving in it was a hoot, 'specially since I'm 6'4" and I had difficulty seeing under the visor.
:lol

Accident almost took my head off at 13 on a quad. They're cunts'a things to turn on steep hills.
Kissed the front guard of an XL 185, on just the back wheel - spinning (not rolling).
CR250 was my fave though. Idling in 5th, then full revs & the front wheel lifts instantly.
Polaris Sportsman 500 & Magnum 425 were my fave quads. I forget their 0-60, but with rear wheels spinning for first 20m, always powersliding the corners & topping out @ 130, nothing else really mattered. I rode the Magnum on the Motu Rd, (WRC rally stage in '98 used the same road). I lived on it.
:D

XR6 vs Series 5 couple years ago was fun. The 5 has a higher top end in 2nd, but when the 6 finds its powerband, the 5 fades into the background. :( Shaking like fuck when passing coz'v adrenaline gave me the shits constantly. (Pull out @ 90 & foot to floor, Pull back in after overtake @ 160.)
:O.O
Plus a brain injury in a streetfight, New Years '01, means I tremor permanently in hands/arms. Adrenaline + and I fuckin' damn near shit maself.!. Plus, using the apex at 120 when there's only gravel and damn near losing it tends to freak me the fuck out. I enjoy high speeds. I'm crap at controlling at them though.
:p

I've longboarded every steep street I've found. Busy streets or not.
:p
New Years '99 was the best ever though:
Picked up a couple of hitch-hiking skateboarders.
Got into VANS WARPED TOUR for free.
Saw Pennywise live.
Entire mosh pit collapsed 3 times during their set.
Their Full Circle album songs were their best live.
They failed at Sublime covers.
Then I spent the next week taking these 2 skaters to every skatepark, pipe & bowl on a road trip.
Best fuckin' New Years ever!
:D

But every mate I've made along the way over the years, I tend to ignore after a couple years. Every awesome photo I've taken over the years has been stolen. Had my entire music collection stolen 3 times. $50,000 worth in total. So now I trust none and don't let any of my "mates" know where I live. Not even the ones who want me to vocalize for their metal band. Introducing a Klansman to a few metalheads was probably my biggest mistake. When I quit drugs I had to quit 50 mates. I've had two hits put out on me in this town, so I kinda keep to a low profile usually, unless I'm really bored, as in which case I'll dress to express and hold the gazes of anyone who thinks their attitude screams louder than my dress sense. So I don't usually check my letterbox until after 2am. I should've shifted out of this town years ago. Fucking the wife of the nextdoor neighbor shortly after shifting into this quiet lil culdesac was probably a bad idea. But the rental company was insured for the windows that got smashed. His head sticking through the smashed bedroom window as she's mid-head was a unique moment. Pushing her head back down as he starts screaming was lulzie.
:XD
(Got a piece of glass thrown at my head for that.)
:XD

Not much left to like except for solitude and freedom to enjoy such in various surroundings.

"BLIND PASSENGERS"

Blind Passengers symbolizes the modern society zombies, who prefer to close their eyes and ears, in order to comfortably and smoothly swim along, with everyone else in the river of society, never painfully bumping into anything along the way, trained by the fear of seeing their own blood.

This smarmy tendency remains in our collective subconscious.

Dishonesty.
Popularity. (Anyone wanna give me a 1?) 0.o
Filter falling out of my cigarette.

I SEVERELY DISLIKE PEOPLE WHO SAY THEY HATE LIARS ONLY TO LIE MORE THAN ANYONE I'VE EVER MET BEFORE.
2 ON SITE I'VE BECOME AQUAINTED WITH WHO STATE WITHIN THEIR PROFILES THEY HATE LIARS, ONLY TO LIE WITH EVERY SECOND THING THEY SAY.

If you can't even admit that you have a weakness, (as all humans do), but will openly contradict your values, don't even bother messaging me.
In fact,
FUCK OFF!

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