Mall Grabber Royale

I feel alive, in control, in ecstasy. My brain’s fully switched on, senses dialed to eleven. I missed this feeling. The last time I felt it was on my electric scooter—before the electronics died, and it became scrap. But this? This is the same buzz.

I’m in tune with the world. My "radar" is back. I can feel people, cars, dogs, any potential hazard. I know if someone’s lurking around the corner. Sometimes, I can even read people’s minds, but that only kicks in if they’re watching me with bad intentions. That’s when the radar whispers: slow down, get out, avoid the drama.

I’ve mapped the best sidewalks and bike lanes in the city. It’s not as many as I hoped when I bought the board, but enough. I even found a route to work. Weather permitting, it’s the perfect morning jolt—heart racing, brain firing. A few minor falls, but I learned to balance at speed quickly. Doing 180s? No problem, but more advanced tricks (if you can call a 180 a trick to begin with, LOL) scare me. I’ll get there. I just need a little more time, more practice, and most importantly, learn how to safely eat shit without breaking my hands.

Mall Grab

High-quality grip tape, low-quality skin. Carrying the board "the skater way" is overrated. It’s uncomfortable, chews up my fingertips, and shreds whatever fabric it touches. Best case? Your wheels leave mystery stains on your hoodie.

Mall Grab is the superior carry. I don’t care if it makes me look like a poser. Nobody actually cares. This is one of those fake “rules” people pretend to enforce just to feel like they belong. Let them. I’m busy having fun.

Music I enjoyed while writing this.

• Duality by Montee
• Be The One by Eli Brown