Script: Kite

Kite posted May 30, 2007.

Jake: So pimp. It’s just so fucking pimp. Soaring like a majestic eagle or something. It’s like, that’s it. Right up in the air, that’s my kite. I’m not even explaining it right because I’m so amped still. Like, your adrenaline is pumping, it’s just in the sky and you just don’t let go, you can’t let go of the kite. It’s just the best feeling when you just see it, the wind blowing it and shit, it’s unraveling the spool. It’s so phat, you don’t even know. The phattest fucking thing in the world. Flying that kite, I owned it. It’s like I owned it, I was owning, all day long, all morning—started in the morning and into the afternoon, just owning the kite, owning the sky. It was so fucking sick. Sprinting across the grass. PIcturing it now it almost brings a fucking tear to my eye. People—it wasn’t happening, but it just felt like people were cheering, just like (makes cheering noise). You were just out there and trying it—
Amir: What are you talking about?
J: Nothing, nothing.
A: What was so awesome?
J: Nothing. Just, nothing.
J: I flew a kite, that’s what it was.
A: Huh?
J: I flew a kite this weekend.
A: Are you kidding?
J: Yeah—well, I wish I was kidding. My sister wanted to or some shit like that. She’s like.. a homo. Of course I didn’t like it, it’s fucking—it was a kite.
A: So you don’t like the kite?
J: No.
A: Okay. You scared me.
J: Just kidding, it was so fucking pimp.