North Big Infirmary Station

I ran into IS in the streets up north, not representing skating, but representing money making. We agreed to meet up and we did. This affluevience (probably not a real word) happened at my front door, along with scrytry and his friend. I ate the seafood at yellowbar and we all drank beers. then scrytry left and I carried his skateboard around all night. then we went to main and skated the banks the plaza. I respect the friend's commitment t the banks and he skated it well. I don't respect the homey who was rollign around all over the stairs at the plaza, because he was extremely druunk. another weird fucker squatted ont he ledge and we almost knocked foreheads when I went in to ** ****. I saw another skating foreigner on the way home, but before that, IS and I had skated a series of spots from main down through 228 to the North Big Infirmary Station. I try to not skate monuments that commemorate more than 40,000 being massacred in one day, so luckily, we could skate this one, because only something like 10,000 to 30,000 were probably massacred on 228. That being said, the margin for error is suspect.
Scrytry was at my front door when I got back and we drank some tequila, which he had never had. we talked about life, but mostly I talked at him, which is a dickmove. sorry. we climbed onto the ASR and drank more and talked more. Then we realized we have to do shit otorrow, so now I'm typing this because if I don't report ont he session now, it might never happen.

the hard part of life is deciding where you want to go. after you know that, it's simpler; you just show up, work hard, and don't give up. it's a lot like learning a skating trick