The weather was clear all day, or at least as far as could tell from my underground worksite.
I walked home and although my back felt fused solid, I proposed a steeplechase to 101.
Rmj wanted to warm up at the bridge, and as soon as I got there, it started raining.
It kept raining, so we just did the best we could.
It was crowded, but in a friendly, good way.
The authorities turned off the lights and locked us in, but some resourceful skaters brought their own flashlights.
We skated until about midnight.
The young guys hoped the fence to get home, but rmj found a secret exit in the back and we slunk out into the rain.
The most fun part, by far, was after lights out.
I skated the manny pad with some people I had never met.
We have a little bank that got propped up in some cinderblocks to make it atreper, and Simone fell from the top.
I'm not sure what happened , but he stayed down for awhile.
After a few cigarettes, he hobbled on home. So did I.
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