Because of the rainy forecast, I went to the bridge. The rain never showed up. The dayshift crew did. One has a baby in a stroller that watches ** ******s, and another has a very outgoing three year old who is now my closest friend at the bridge. He can't understand that I can't understand what he is saying, which makes for hilarious situations, but when I can understand, we talk about the names of skateboard parts, colors, numbers, and loud cars. He's a pretty awesome teacher. I've had worse.
His dad and friends set up the flatbars in a sketchy kink. I was happy that someone was doing something a little bit creative under the bridge. I didn't try it. Those shits slide out unexpectedly. The day got dark, the lights came on, the rain never came, and I cruised home to tacotaco and brought back burritos and quesidillas, like a good hunter-gatherer.
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