Once when I was alone, crossing the road, on the way to a Carolina football game, a drunk, white, frat-boy hanging half-way out of his friend’s Chevy pickup truck yelled at me, “Hey! Love me long time!”
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…Alex said, “hey, we should all go to Spain!” I was like, “I’ve never been, but sure, sounds great!”
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Every time I make a list of bouldering climbs I want to send, I get butterflies in my stomach. It's the best kind of nervous anticipation. I think about the process: dissecting the climb in isolation and working it piece by piece
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