Bad Steak Groin

I reached out to the group on line msg and begged someone to skate tonight so that I could keep working in the afternoon, instead of giving up on working and going to skate at 3pm. That someone was JA. We agreed to meet at the ramp and I got my grown up things finished. However, by the time I got there, it had started drizzling. A longhaired kid was there in a texas baseball jersey, so I asked if he was from texas and he said no. end of conversation. he left. I tried to see how many tricks I could land off the ramp to flat, since I was so afraid of its pig shit slickness that I only dropped in once. The drizzle never really increased, but eventually the little puddles became a sheen. I gave up and went back. 1.5 hours transit for 20 min of wet skating. ja went ot the bridge, and so did i and so did rmj and tc and nukh a host of others. there was no moment when everyone arrived, but after a couple of hours, the spot was full. the dancers were pooping and locking in the back, but right when I was going to complain about them, ja said he liked that they were there, playing music and not being inside staring at a screen, so i didnt complain about them. but i wanted to. they always block the last section of the spot. farbeit for me to kick someone out though. rmj and i went to the 3stair park for a beer and discussion, then i went up on the roof for beer and reading. It was a bland session for me, not that that matters. I had had a goal for neihu, but didnt want ot try it on the second drop in. In all, things went well. There are no complaints.

I went outside for another tb and looked down a drain at just the perfect angle so that I could see the neon yellow stinking fluid inside. My secutrity guard stared me down when I came back in, but maybe because of my hideous innes jacket (fuck it, i always loved them and it was cheap) and nightmarket flower shorts and tanzania shoes. I know this adds nothing, but I can't sleep.