Return of Old Yeller

I left my wax block at the curb, so I went back for it and rolled away with everything else I left behind last time. It's not about tricks, except when it is. It was another hot but not Taiwan hot, blue sky day with floaty white clouds. I skated the manny pad there for a while, but didn't get what I wanted. It's an american asphalt parking lot, so you can get pretty cheese grated if you have even the smallest fall. There are big cracks across the pavement and an asphalt lip on the egress that doesn't look like much, but will send you tumbling if you have any weight on the front truck when you land. I  carved down the hill towards the lake and decided I was so tired I couldn't keep going, so I went up the hill. My mother, bless her heart, was driving by and picked me up, with a twelve pack of local beer already in the car. Adulthood is better than adolescence.