Giving up the ghost is harder than you’d think.
Maybe I’m haunted. I stepped on a skateboard today for the first time in a long time. Surprisingly, I made my first attempt at a nollie flip, but unfortunately, the all too familiar pains in my neck and back— not a surge of stokedness—shot through my body when I landed. Now, a few hours later, they still linger.
There are a slew of Asian ghost stories about spirits latching on to the backs of and wreaking havoc on people who’ve wronged them. Soohang jokingly raised the possibility of my pains being paranormal a few months ago. Maybe she was on to something. I’ve tried to exercise these problems from my body for most of the summer and, so far, all of fall. Chiropractic didn’t work. Physical therapy isn’t working fast enough. Doctors haven’t pinpointed the problem. Maybe its time to call a medium, because I don’t know what else to do.
Giving up this ghost is harder than you’d think.
