Abrogated Skin

It's now officially cold. It might even be under 70 degrees f, but I usually exagerate things, so let's say 72 and breezy. It's grey and overcast, so it actually looks like winter. I woke up and skated to work, worked for the morning, and went to the bridge because of drizzle. Afternoon sessions are always odd at the bridge. In the light of day, it looks like skating in a parrallel universe. Everything is recognizable, but it's also noticably different. For starters, the box appears shorter, which is a good thing. The graffiti looks dumpier (most of it is pretty shite, but not all). I was the only one there when I showed up, but some homies arrived in due time. I don't know any of their names, just faces. Writing about this session is not unlike writing about giong to the gym. I got a little sweaty, we skated, they filmed some shit, I went by the alley on the way home. This part is worth elaborating on. Meet up spots need facilities, and although the city removed the portapotties (my first squat toilet experience was in one of them) we still have toilets across the street (or in the corner) and a hilife across the street. For food, there is a 200 m alley with restaurants and stalls on both sides. All of it is good. The best is a cheese chicken stall, but it's famous and always has a 30 min wait. I usually stop by the dingy side alley with no signs just to check if they're sold out, and they almost always are. Today they weren't. I only had to wait 20 min.