Invaded by fruitballers

It was a damp, if not wet sidewalk evening. I went to the bridge to meet up with some homies but one of them got hurt and had laready left, and another soon got hurt and could only sit on the side and drink the beer i brought him. this is how to judge a soceity; by how it treats its weakest memebers. a couple of other regulars came and so did sfj. it felt a bit post apocalypse, skating there with such a small group, but maybe there is another explanation. for starters, two colonies of dancers have infected the spot, one on each end. at the entrance are a small group, who dance there most nights, and play good music. also, they are curteous and basically add to the atmosphere by virtue of playing music that doesnt suck. in the back is the other group. they block the entire spot, although they are next to an empty basketball court, and play the vilest of culturally appropriated western pop. at least when my culture appropriates something, we choose the good stuff. mominey and i joked about skating into the crowd of 50 gyrators with a leading elbow and knocking them down like bowling pins, but in the end, they were only blocking a manny pad and a rail, and the rest of the bridge was competely empty, so we filmed them jiggling aroudn this way and that and went about our skating. i got what i came for, but he split his big toe open like grape by smashing his skateboard down on it.

the timing was a bit funny, because i was just introducing him to sfj as a chill guy and we turned around becaue he was smashing his board and screaming curses. however, toenail removal merits a little nondirectional violence.