Life is about experiencing new people, places, and things. A new hobby can be inspiring and fun -- "Bro, did you see that kickflip I just nailed?" "I sure fucking did!" As you roll to a stop, your endorphins are pumping through your veins with a feeling of euphoria. What a sensation.
But I want to mention those particular LHFers who might be starting up a new hobby. Those few people with all the ching ching $$ money can buy and the stick-to-itiveness of a Kirstie Alley on Weight Watchers (AKA none).
Take sample hobby: X. X + $$ + Kirstie Alley Syndrome = disaster waiting to happen.
I can recall back in 7th grade, a certain lacrosse player who will go unnamed on my middle school team. He always had the freshest equips -- man -- his shit was DOPE. He even had one of those wicked lime green "Catch Me If You Can" stickers on the back of his helmet (we'll just say that challenge was easily attained).
My philosophy is that if you're going to have the flyest gear, you better be the capital M to the M A N and do it right. As they say, don't be that guy with "all the gear and no idea." And, as they say in England, don't be a fuckin' gammer.
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