skate stories

Today I was going skateboarding. My car was dead. 9 weeks of sitting in Sacramento while I built houses in Seattle left me with nothing but a slowly dimming “check engine light.” I pushed down Watt Ave, a mega street full of strip malls and check cashing shops, and ran across the rail road tracks to catch a bus. Missed the bus. Next one should come in a half hour I thought. One and a half hours later the bus came. I skated until it was too dark to see. Here’s some mementos from that adventure and the day after when I jump started the Volvo and put in 6 dollars of gas to go skate again.

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