North Door Station

The session was over and done before I got to the bridge, or even realized I was skating. But rmj and IS came anyway. We planned to met at the main banks but even though no hobos were sleeping on the banks, other hobos got angry at the noise. Outnumbered 100-1, I went down the road to a better lit section that smelled less strongly of urine, but more strongly of faeces. I tried to ***** my water bottle and got it a few times. I tried to ***** to ** *** to ** ***** to ** ***, and got the line a few times. One "new" flatground trick per session should be keep me busy for a while.

We agreed to head west, but immediately got stopped at the three stair. It's got newly waxed black stone curbs, and pink slidey stuff on top, which rmj got a ******** *** *** on (sketchy because it's actually a slight bank to ledge that hurls your skateboard into 8 lanes of traffic if it zips). That being said, IS stole the show with a ** ****, a **-**, a *-*, and his signature, a **-** ***** ***. Oh, and the cleanest, smoothest, effortlessest **** I've ever seen him do. I don't do semi-colons.

Then we went up the road to 7 and they beered up but I kept practicing the skate. Then we went to the actual north door, whose station has been in operation since 1916. I know that cause of Wikipedia, but I was actually trying to look up how old the historical site is. It's a big red box with ancient wooden doors inside. I don't know how ancient, cause I already used up all my research energy.

It's a fascinating historical site, which a couple of years ago, was updated into a topnotch skatespot. It's got smooth smooth ground, and waxed granite ledges and tall manny pads, which someone apparently thinks they can **-** from the ledge up to the pad, cause they waxed the fuck out of it. I'd like to see it done. It's also got some grass and some curbs and I got a ** **** *** ****** out, and my first **** of the year. It was exhausting. I played Deep Purple to celebrate.

I went north on the way home and intentionally got lost and cruised up and down the tiles and marble and slappy spots and in and out of traffic and eventually wandered back home.