I suffered through work and went ot the plaza afterwards. sukotto was already there but had homies up with to meet in another area, so he dipped on out shortly. rmj showed up and busted about a dozen new tricks. it's energizing to skate with someone who is in that part of the learning curve. I hope to catch up one day.
it took me three beers to believe i could even skate at all, and somehow, i made it six hours. my new deck has uncircumcised grip tape, because i didnt have a blade. turns out, you just fuck up enough flip tricks, the grip tape comes off on its own accord. the plaza wasnt special, except that it is a mecca of skating, and a rat tried to eat some leftovers someone left there. it was a big rat.
anyway, we went in search of some spot that we didnt find, but the effort took us to a new section of the city. not new for rmj, because he knows the city like a fundamentalist knows the old testament, but it was unexplored for me. we cruised the sidewalks, curbs, kickers and assorted weird spots, for hours. we found (rediscovered) a section of metal flatbars on the backs of bus benches. also, we found the slappy curb of all slappy curbs; a black marble curb taht is barely high enough to grind at all. i love micro spots.
eventually, i got home. the 90 year old homie was on his stoop, drinking tb. i have to work in a couple of hours, so i didnt have to hang out. i just yelled 'good night' and he gave me a wrinkly knuckled peace out as i tore on by down the tiles. he is a quick learner.
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