A Littany of Little Spots

Since RMJ is moving to the other side of the world, we went cruising tonight. It started at linsen, but we only stuck around for a moment before we went to regent. Unfortunately, the herds of skaters have gnawed all the nurishment away from the spot, and we were kicked out in a flash, by potbellied liquor smelling binlang mouthed yokel cop. He was probably some kind of security guard, but they dont have a law about impersonating cops here, so they wear outfits almost exactly like real cops. I asked this inner city hillbilly if we can skate there, not because I thought he would say yes, but because it would fuck with him a little. He stared at me, slack jawed, with a trickle of bloodred binlang dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. He couldnt really form any words, maybe out of mental ability, and maybe out of shock that someone was speaking to him in his own language. I'll never know, because we went west after that. We skated hill and dale, marble and granite, curb and stair and rail and bench. We went as far as the warf, which was strangely empty of bums, then to a little pebble dashed wall I used to skate. It has a stone curb/ledge on the outside, with pillars in between each section. They grind now. Exhaustion got the better of me, but we still skated the long long well lit slate stair curbs by the minoflab. I couldnt even skate all the way home.