Awesome stuff happened on the way after the ATM. Leaving the A-Plus gas station after getting cash I recognized the curb cut. It's one of those sidewalk sections that goes to flat in order to accommodate wheel chairs. It had 3 inch high transitions on either side to make for one super miniature mini ramp. I dropped in and went frontside on the first wall. Carved the fuck out of it. Came back in and hit the second wall with a rock to fakie. I was surprised I/we didn't rock to fakie into oblivion.
I'm thinking aBOUT DOING A DEMO TOMORROW morning in front of the coffee shop. I also want to learn how to play the piano. I do not want to learn how to ride a track bike or grow dreadlocks, but I'm pretty into meditation lately. Meditate on this marinate: A man's vertical leap decreases one inch for every three years after age twenty. That explains why I can no longer ollie 30 gallon trash cans. In other news I am perfecting the ollie to six pack to cup of coffee to go to bed jittery to fakie to wake up and eat nachos and/opr hoagie to revert back to the bed for extended nap. Sweet trick if you ask me.
Check out my one man demo happening tomorrow(or maybe not) at the cafe on the corner of 43rd and Baltimore. I promise plenty of switch stance magic while you read about the war in Iraq, and how to make a knit fanny pack.
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