On day 7 of my season I get off the chairlift, and strap in. I stood up looking at the valley, while selecting to a shred track on my MP3 player. I ask myself why. Why? Why did I go to college? Why does nothing in life matter more than shredding. Why snowboarding? Why, why, why! Why does it make sense to me to leave a base salary of $50k+, for a job that pays $23k so I can shred twice as much as I do now. Why does that last sentence make sense, fiscally and responsibility wise?

 

p.s. Why cant a brotha fine a hot chick who loves to shred and can keep up? Why is that too much to ask? Why are you reading my blog? Why?