Seeing I've found the place I've needed all these years.
Ah, hem, aaa. OK, .....
Hi, my name is T-Square and I'm a skidder.
(Everybody, "Hi, T-Square)
It started when I was a kid just learning. This pusher, some call him a ski instructor, introduced me to something he called a snowplow and it seemed so right at the time.
Then this next "instructor" got hold of me and showed me an uphill christi. Oh the feeling it gave me. It was such a rush. To feel those long straight boards on my feet slide sideway over the snow.
I moved on to the next level on my own. Having been shown how to skid uphill I moved towards skidding down the hill. Oh the feeling! Slipping and sliding around the hill. It was just overwhelming. I couldn't stop. The addiction of that white powder was just too powerful. I was much too young to understand the full meaning of my slide into the depravity.
Without knowing it, I was becoming what people feared I would be, a SKI BUM. Oh the shame, oh the misery.
I got away from it for awhile. I was safe in places where the white powder never fell. Then, in my later life, it hit again. The power of the white powder is perverse. It is hidden under that layer of white fluffiness. I saw it laying there all smooth and silky and I just had to try it again. After all I was an adult now, I had the power to resist and, after all, it would be just a "taste." I had proven in the past I could resist.
Alas, I was wrong. It was overpowering, it was all consuming, it overwhelmed me and dragged me into its clutches. That feeling of sliding, that feeling of freedom as the rush hits you.
Sure I can carve, but the power of the skid, the thrill of the rotary. There is something about a pivot slip that I just can't describe. Man, they just get to me.
Then I sunk to the lowest point. I became a ski instructor. Now, I push the thrill of the white powder.
SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE!!!!
I need this question answered.
Should this be here or in Humor????