I made a mistake

I was bored and momentarily felt like human contact, so I went to skate even though my back hurt. When I went outside, it smelled like burning trash. This acrid, bitter flavour stayed in my mouth for an hour, while my back hurt worse and worse. I didn't know anyone at the bridge. Someone repaired the potholes and the box, and had carefully blocked off the virgin cement with orange cones. The strangers moved the cones and skated on it anyway. I moved them back once, but they got moved again. Just so I didn't get pissed off about something that doesn't matter and/or stroke out from pm2.5, I went home. I'm still glad I skated, but it was kind of stupid. Now I have some real pain.