It was 36 at the bridge, but I managed to get in a couple of hours. Jf came by, and the guy with the little kid, I can't remember either one's names. The kid was buttboarding last time I saw him, and now he's pushing around. Other people have improved as well, in fact, it seems like I've been gone for more than I have been, judging from everyone's progress.
I had an ambitious plan today, to learn a flatground trick I've done a few times before, but it didn't happen. Neither did the ***** on the box, which was a 99% trick before I left. For now, I can blame the heat and the beer gut and the unreasonably sticky wheels. I unintenionally got a lot better at ********s, so that day didnt feel like a waste. Actually, it wouldn't have anyway, because I skated. Maybe now I'll get a call back about work..... but hopefully not tomorrow, because wednesday is surf day.
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