Following my photoshoot, IS and I decided to dayskate out at the river. I brought 4.5 L of water and nearly drank all of it. A Khardishev scale space station is being built there for an electronic music festival, and they piled up the scaffolding in front of the lower bench. The joke was on them though, because I can't ** **** at most than a snail's pace anyway. The tall ledge was unaffected. I dabbled with some ** ****es and fnished most of my 41*******s. The sun set in a spectacular orange underlit cloud bank. A dirty airplane flew by.The wind was blowing strongly and you see the layer of filthy air we live in back behind us, but the air at the spot was pretty clean.
We went up to the tiniest manny ever, a short curb that is a rectangle slightly longer than a boardlength and slightly wider than a boardwidth. IS skated it and then slammed as I was looking up. At first I was worried, because it looked like he came down on his arm across the edge of the cement and hit his head, then he got up without screaming and I stopped worrying. Then I started worrying again because his arm was mangled hamburger from wrist to elbow. He is lucky it's not worse, but blood was streaming down it all over everything. Dues paid.
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