He who tries will be wasted

Everything sucks but the night hinged on walking by the darts bar and hearing them shout my name and then going inside. There were the usuals, and I had a couple of bar beers and some grilled shrimp and grilled goat and grilled chicken hearts. KLA was there, and invited me to come visit in Malaysia, but I don't know when I'll get the chance. We played 501 and I lost and headed home. My roommate and I are on talking terms again, tentatively, so I left to skate the three stair park because I had about an hour of energy in me.

It was breezy and just the temperature when you're not exactly cold when sitting in the breeze while sweaty. All I had in mind was skating the **** tricks I learned this year, and heading home. American Beauty trashbags were blowing around, and someone's windchime was tinkling the whole time. I tried to make each new trick three times on the little stair, and made them all. One day, I'm giong to translate the poems etched into the stone all aorund the park, but I couldn;t even tell the subject tonight.

It was such a quiet night that I started to fret about bothering the neighbors (I didn't start til after 23:00) and the po-pos scooted up. They walked slowly all around, like they were looking for something, and I figured it was whoever was making all the noise, so I pushed on up the road to the temple. On the way are a series of one, two, and three stairs, adn plenty of stone slappy curbs and some weird kickers and so on.

I didn't intend to actually skate, but the temple brings the energy out of anyone. I didn't want to try, but *****d the manny pad in three tries, and soon had a line going of my new **** ***** tricks. A fat man got off the bus and was startled by the temple and stood in the middle of spot looking at it for about five solid minutes. I needed a rest, so I watched teh bald fat man watch the temple. I didn't think I could ***** **** on the little ledge, but I did. Then I *-*d the top one, for the first time.

It started spitting rain, and I started for home. The spitting had stopped by the time I got to my home 7, so I beered up and skated the miniature bank to marble grind and did whatever I could think of. I couldn't accept going home, so I swooped back ot the three stair park and landed the **** *****, the ***** ****, the *****, the ****** ****, the ** ***** and probably other stuff that I'm forgetting. After so many successful attempts, I think they're not really new tricks anymore. I sang every song from dirt to myself and locked into some particularly long and stable ***** ****s. It never rained.