Yet one thing remains genuine and certain, Ernest still has it in him to stand out among a crowd. I originally met Ernest through his older brother who is still a good friend of mine. He was always a bit wacko and yet how he managed to grow within stable conditions is beyond me.
The other day I went out with my boys to play ball at the local park. Ernest tagged along. Needless to say all hell broke loose.
Jumping off roofs and digging through trash, Ernest did not fail to amuse.
It only got a little serious after he agitated a fellow skater sporting a
black DC hoody. It's times like these when the phrase "a picture
speaks a thousand words" ring so true. Long live Ernest, rightful
bearer of title - skater slash psycho. He's fun to be around, just hide
all sharp objects and any domestic items which can be employed as
explosives.
Raised in MTV culture, ESPN coverage of extreme sports, and Adam Sandler
movies, he's not your regular chip off the block. He's a living embodiment
of how our pop culture induces upon young minds, forcing them to wear
pricey yet hip Alpha Numeric gear, listen to alternative pop-rock, and to empty their
pockets for an upright DVD player aka Playstation 2. Ok I take that last
one back, PS 2 cooks and I like what it serves...perhaps conformity will
always reign.
