wet cold cold wet (pure evening)

Having finished the workweek, until saturday morning, and suffering lots of rain, I went to the bridge midafternoon because I thought that I could at least avoid rush hour. I couldn't. Two dozen skaters were there already, I could make a list of silly names I have for them but it's easier to just say they were there and went on a charge, pillaging the bridge until the entire village was left with burning thatch roofs. It rained the whole time. It got cold so I told awco that I had ot go home for a change of clothes (winter arrived in about 45 minutes). A japanese guy whose particular talent is **** ****ing was there, and he kept doing them with this little bounce in the middle, like ***** off the actual wall. He complained later that he can't ********, but fuck, anyone would be proud to skate with that kind of style. You got it or you don't. He does. It ain't what tricks you do, it's how you skate your city.

The entire city was soaked, and so was I after I went back for thicker clothes, so I chated with awco after I got back and drank beer and watched the rest of the session. Across the street, a whiskey sales advert was still screetching. lyzk called me up so we would go eat bbq and stare at the side of a very low meat flume and pretend like it's friday night. They played terrible asian psuedo hiphop, interspersed with a single placebo song. I cant think how the fuck they found that song or decided it fit in with the rest. Days dawning, skins crawlin.