They left as we warmed up. Sorry all yall, I didn't mean to be a dick, but my back was stiff from not skating and you looked busy, eating all those pizzas. Oh, I also saw a styled out ******* ***** on the curb. It ain't what trick you do, it's how you do it. And good lord does that marble roar when you hit it at speed.
Having the spot to ourselves, SCRYT and I took to ***** ***** on the upper ledges, seeing who could go further and knock the juice box down the road. Neither of us could quite come off the end, which was frustrating, but he had never made the trick before tonight, so I guess he wins by default. It was blustery and he had to do whatever young people do in the morning, so he went home, and so did it. I skated across the tiles and the asphalt and the cracks and the clicky clack and the whackwhackwhack and the hhrrrrrrr and the AOSIDFAS;LDKFJASD;FLKJASDF;LAJSDF;LKASJDF. that last one is the sound of the loose metal plate I ******ed while cruising, Orion in hand. The security sat up like I had electrocuted him. I gave one look back, and he was standing in the middle of the endless sidewalk, neon lights reflecting all around, staring at me rolling away into the night.
If you're ever in Oklahoma
You better move around at night
'Cause they don't like no transportation
Slipping by in-and-out of sight
And they don't care about Dallas, Texas
And they don't care about Wichita
If you're ever in Oklahoma
You better move around the law
They got fines and they got plenty
They'll hold you up for days on end
Threaten your life and take your money
Make you think you're there to stay
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