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The Origin of Cool Lean: SECRETS REVEALED!

Cool Lean™

If you follow me on Instagram, you may have seen the above photo in your feed a couple of weeks ago. It’s titled “Cool Lean”. But did you know there is a story behind Cool Lean? Yeah, that’s right. It’s not just a fun named I came up with while going through old photos, IT’S A PART OF MY LIFE!

When I was about 3 years old (The Helderinho Years) I was watching an old western film with my family. I can’t for the life of me remember what movie it was, but the thing I do remember was the first moment they showed the hero of the film. He was leaning with his back against a tree, with one foot up on the tree. Really casual.

I may have been three, but I understood cool. And this guy was cool! So I learned the lean. I had to! Do you have any idea how much pressure a 3-year-old has thrust at them to be smooth?! As you can tell from the above photo, I NAILED IT! My life would never be the same, and we all knew it. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on February 20, 2013 in Stories from the past

 

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It’s All About Perception, Man

The older I get, the more in-depth my outlook on life becomes. I used to think that the world was the way I saw it. I mean, I have 20/20 vision (thank you laser-eye surgery, PEW PEW!), so it can’t be me right?

So why is it that sometimes two people can witness the same incident/conversation, and come out of it with completely ways of how shit went down? Perception man, perception.

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Posted by on August 21, 2012 in Life, Stories from the past

 

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It’s Been 8 Years!

There is an anniversary that I celebrate silently every year. It’s funny, it happens to be on the same week as my birthday, which is a day I never celebrate. That’s because my birthday means nothing to me, but this day, this day means so much more.

You see, my birthday was just the day I was born. No big deal, I don’t even remember it. But September 22nd, that’s the big day. That’s the day that for some reason, I didn’t die. Spoiler alert.

You see, 8 years ago to this day, I got hit by a bull. Yup. A bull. A big, angry bull. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on September 22, 2011 in Stories from the past

 

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