I have been happily lugging these used skateboard decks of mine from residence to residence.
They date from 1998 to 2003, a time when I lived in Boston.
Their scars act as mysterious passport stamps from the Boston area's streets, skateparks, and backyard ramps.
In time, I will make a piece of furniture from them that I will hang onto until I die.
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