Back in the Saddle

I didn't expect much from tonight. I filled my backpack up with as much water as I can carry, and headed out to the river park. I pissed off all the romantic couples at the wharf, and found to my delight a newly birthed 100m painted curb with perfect new asphalt. A homie met up with me at the benches, but when we got there, two hobos had parked on the benches, and couldn't be roused by even the loudest powerslides and fliptricks. Must have been some strong glue. We hungout for a while, mostly complaining about the heat. I ended up knocking back some TB's on the stoop, and reading about tigersnakes. Not having expected much from the night, I wasn't disappointed.