A new client asked what I'm doing tonight, and instead of saying, "sitting at home feeling sorry for myself," I said, "skateboarding." And she was like, "in the streets? Really? So cool." I said yup. SHe asked if we are the people who film the skate videos. I said yep. I was impressed by her knowledge. She complemented my work and I was fucking happy.
But I had lied; I went to the bridge instead. It was wet, so I walked over. It was nearly empty when I got there, but by lights out, it was roaring like a bonfire. It would be a lot shorter to list who wasn't there than who was. I don't really need to do either. If you missed it, it's gone with the wind, like sand paintings.
The session itself was like a freeform jazz festival, where anyone can get onstage and play, but some people are clearly more talented than others. Skating is about participating. There are no spectators. I'm glad I participated. The bridge is the best place in the world.
It was windy, and the skate home was dry.
I went by my saltwater chicken guy's stall on Food Street. We chatted and he hooked up with loads of extra shit, like pig's face and chicken's ass. I stopped by my local 7 to stock up on asahi and a weird hobo on a bike kept saying hello to me. I tried to turn my back to him, but it was a guy from Overlord. The End.
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