aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand we're BACK.
and we have a very, very special guest with us tonight.
Actually, it was just me. I went out determined to just get back into *****ing on the streets and it went reasonably well. I rediscovered some kickers and cruised for a bit. I can't pretend I'm anything other than completely out of shape, having not skated much for most of a year. I found a slate smooth spot for flatground in front of the station and ventured into ** *****s, and a slate slappy curb that I got some shaky shitty ** and ** *****s on. I cruised back home down some twisty alleys with 15 stories buildings on either side, and woundup forced to roll through the dripping sludge of a late night garbage truck with lzyk's voice in my head. It's an interesting point, cause when I was skating that slappy curb, I found a certain tranquility in my own thoughts, particularly, that the mrt guard or the thugs next door were going to kick me out before I got the trick. Old anxieties crop up in the weirdest of ways.
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