On a Saturday(last), Mrs. Feebs and I decided to take the dog for a long walk. We chose the West River Drive path as our destination. It was a beautiful day and all the snow was melting and evaporating back to the heavens. The HEAVENS! I brought my board along, hoping for something to session in the parking lot. Sure enough we pulled up to a cobblestone curb and it was on.
I attacked it frontside at first. Throwing down such an onslaught of pivots and smitty stalls it was inevitable that one of those stones would finally give under the pressure of an Independent truck weighed down by 190 pounds of man.
I surveyed the damage. "It 's just a roll of the dice in the game of LIFE." I told the cobblestone. "It's either me... or you." I offered, before attacking it yet again with a backside smitty stall. I was locked into that B/S SMITTY so fuckin awesomely, I swear my wife and dog were staring in awe. Maybe not though. I take back that swear. It was fuckin awes to me, that's all I know.
I finished things off with a frontside tail stall shove it out. Then we walked the dog on the path. The dog was cool with the bikers and even the geese. She only lunged at the roller bladers.
