East Portal Station

Prelude: last night, two skaters passed going the other direction as I walked home from work, with a client. I had on a douche suit and a backpack full of laptop, so I didn't talk to them. I regret it now. I hope they had a fucking awesome session. There is nothing happier than seeing young locals street skating. Hard yes.

I wanted to conduct the interview with jumpro in the most professional possible setting. so we opted to get some street beers and stoop up at the hilariously named Dong Men mrt. Our respective legal teams need to review the transcript before it is released for the public, but I can confidently tell the skateholders and investors that we discussed skating, metal, **********s, guns, trucks, America, and a series of smaller topics not impactful to the current scope and deliverables. We conferred, with his twisted ass ankle, under the eves of a sidewalk with 10/10 banks on each corner of the street, and eventually the optimum time window for maximizing ROI began to close and I had to skate home.

My only goal was to "learn" a flatground trick, and add it to the line as I skated back. This was successful. So now I'm skating *****, ** *****, ***, ** ***, *****, *****, *****, ** *****, and *******. I wanna do the longest line of my life on the sidewalks, because flatground doesn't count if you aren't actually going anywhere. The Bearics were always boring, but the worst part was how their skate games were filmed. the next worst part was how they were skating indoors, on a smooth surface. I want to see a skategame that crosses the city. Learn to skate in the shadows, with pebbles and people and cars and cracks and nuts and twigs and branches and gaps and upcurbs and downcurbs and bicycles and pedestrians and dogshit and a bag of disguarded bagels and binlang and beercans and the smack motherfuck, I hit Satan's Pebble while I was just pushing.

It's a treacherous section of sidewalk, where the tiles aren't predictable and so many are up-coming and broken and fearsome, like the coast of newfoundland. I sailed through with no problem, narrating my bravery in my head, until I went quite suddenly from skating position, to splayed on the ground position. My almost full beer smashed on the ground and rolled out into the road, tracing a parabola of suds as it went. I watched it go, because my knee and elbow hurt bad enough to just lay there and watch. I could hear my basically new deck skitter down the sidewalk at full speed, and into the crosswalk, but I knew I could never run fast enough to catch it, and also, it was about a 3.5 on the Richter Scale of Slams; I definitely will remember it tomorrow as a slam, but there was no structural damage. Luckily, my bushings are totally shot, so instead of zipping to the road, my skateboard zipped down the long sidewalk and beached itself in some bushes. Since I had my wallet in my front pocket, and I landed heavily on it, the leather is now super tweaked and actually looks fucking awesome. My thigh does not.

It was really a skate session, but since I drew blood from more than one place, I'm going to report as a skatesession. Also, muscle memory is amazing.