Rillis

The three stair park isn't a meet up spot. Tonight, it was full of crinkly yellow leaves, like autumn in America. I went there to skate curbs and get sweaty and burn maybe as many calories as I would drink in beer. Nerdily, I started a list of tricks I could do on my phone, but a few tricks in, I heard the unmistakable sound of a skateboard rolling up across the tiles behind me. It was a couple of japanese dudes, one of who skates, and one of whom rides ***. They stooped on the stairs and made lots of noise as I did some shitty curb tricks. OR insisted that I take a tipple of his whiskey bottle. Then he started troglodyting into a steep and narrow brick uh, entrance to the park. It's knee high, and just wide enough for an 8.5 to roll down, and it's steeper than 45 degrees. OR was trying ot do it drunk, while holding his whiskey bottle. This ended predictably. He caught the trucks on the edges of the bricks about ten times, then he fucking got on straight, and slammed into the bottom, smashing the whiskey bottle everywhere. Then he did it again, and slammed into the broken glass, and came up mostly uncut. Then he made it. His next idea was even crazier, troglodyting across the broken glass from up high, into the narrow narrow steep steep brick bank. He probably would have made it, but unfortunately, there is a brick ceiling above it, and he busted his head on the brick corner of the roof. It bled, but they breed them tough in Osaka, so we went north as a trio.

The next one as the pink volcano. It's a rough tile spot, so rough that I had always thought it was pretty much impossible to skate, beyond the basics. It's got a steep transition up, about knee high, then a curb sized void, then a circular top that's about 3m across. It takes way more speed than you expect, because you lose so much on the rough tiles. OR was at it again, and quickly *******d it. Then we drank some beer on the stairs, while they greeted the pedestrians in a boisterous and friendly manner. Then OR decided to try harder, and lept up from ground level to a nipple high mrt roof, which is curved, so he ran up it, to **-****, and back down into the street. Unfortunately, the light had changed, and traffic was now streaking by like debris in the asteroid belt. He was lucky, and no taxi killed him.

Onwards to the temple. I think they hadn't seen it before, at least this spot. I tried a lot to get a slow and shitty ** ****, with lots of wax. They started calling me Mr. Wax.

Every try, they shouted for me to make it, until it happened.