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alright ladies and gentlemen, a lot has happened so i'll start with friday
friday-------
school.. fun stuff yeah right. so after school i skated at the old town trolley station, took the bus and went to rachels. had to kill time for i couldn't get up the balcony without the downstairs neighbors knowing so i got stoned and walked around north park for a couple of hours. at about 10 i came up and hung out with her. taught her how to properly smoke out of a pipe and fell asleep with her.. which has gotta be the coolest feeling i've experienced. holding someone you love, watching them sleep, and waking up next to them.
arghhh head hurts..
saturday we split up and met up at old town cuz she had to "go" to saturday school. we were gonna go to the zoo but since it started raining we went to the mall instead. in the past i've hated going to the mall because it was boring, full of fake people and because i was broke. to my surprise i had a really good time. we ate, saw half of willard which was pretty gay, ate more, played airhockey, got her some clothes, loitered in macy's, hit our heads on the wet floor running out of macy's blah blah etc. i don't know..it was really cool to spend time with her and i felt proud to be her dude. we had a long goodbye because she didn't wanna go back home, but before i knew it i was on the bus alone. i really love that chick.. we get along really well and when we don't it usually solves itself pretty quickly.
sunday was kicking back in i.b. because i couldn't get ahold of rachel.. spent the day chasing weed and ended up getting ripped off.. spent about 90 on a little less than an o of buds. good shit though. hung out with jesse syd ricky and this guy's momma who helped me score. turned down the chance to try speed. pretty sure it was speed.. fuck that stuff. yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah..
monday was school, then i was on a mission to get my backpack back from rachels house. i got there at 6 and had until 8:30, but her damn neighbors were watchin tv near the fence i had to jump. i smoked a little, ate some mexican food and skated until i found this little 10 year old mexican kid who was all pro. he'd only been skating a year and he had me matched except for the weird stuff like nollie blindside and 360 shove its and casper 360 flip, but he could also 360 flip, switch heelflip bs fs heelflip/kickflip and so on. little fucker.. i tied him until the last letter and lost. pulled off a perfect switch ollie over a deck and was gettting nollie 180's down. i had more time to kill and he wanted to show me some spots around north park. cleared a 3 foot wide gap in the sidewalk but that was about it. we went a mile or two down from my girls house and got to a gas station with a 3 foot or so drop.. i kept trying to fs 180 it, landed it a few times but the last time i landed with all my weight on my right ankle when it was bent in like when you set up for an ollie. i yelled and didn't get up for a little while.. i was really scared that i broke my ankle because the first thing i remember was hearing a pop. i tried to walk on it but only got a couple feet to a pay phone.. i told my parents what happened and they said to get the backpack and call them if i needed to get picked up. the little mexican kid said to walk it off and called me a pussy cuz i didn't wanna skate a 6 stair right after i got hurt. i can barely land 6 stairs without injuries anyway man.. i walked the mile and a half or whatever limping and dragged myself up the fence and then up into rachel's balcony. we talked for awhile, she took a look at my swollen ass ankle and held me for awhile. i got home and got yelled at by my mom for being "inconsiderate" and shit, like i planned to get hurt.
tuesday spent 5 hours sitting around in a hospital to hear that it is sprained, and "probably" fractured. the wonders of modern science.. i crutch around now.. i miss skating.
fuck man i think i just heard air raid sirens.
scary shit.
ill stop now cuz i don't wanna whine. i'll write more eventually, toodles.
i love you rachel.
friday-------
school.. fun stuff yeah right. so after school i skated at the old town trolley station, took the bus and went to rachels. had to kill time for i couldn't get up the balcony without the downstairs neighbors knowing so i got stoned and walked around north park for a couple of hours. at about 10 i came up and hung out with her. taught her how to properly smoke out of a pipe and fell asleep with her.. which has gotta be the coolest feeling i've experienced. holding someone you love, watching them sleep, and waking up next to them.
arghhh head hurts..
saturday we split up and met up at old town cuz she had to "go" to saturday school. we were gonna go to the zoo but since it started raining we went to the mall instead. in the past i've hated going to the mall because it was boring, full of fake people and because i was broke. to my surprise i had a really good time. we ate, saw half of willard which was pretty gay, ate more, played airhockey, got her some clothes, loitered in macy's, hit our heads on the wet floor running out of macy's blah blah etc. i don't know..it was really cool to spend time with her and i felt proud to be her dude. we had a long goodbye because she didn't wanna go back home, but before i knew it i was on the bus alone. i really love that chick.. we get along really well and when we don't it usually solves itself pretty quickly.
sunday was kicking back in i.b. because i couldn't get ahold of rachel.. spent the day chasing weed and ended up getting ripped off.. spent about 90 on a little less than an o of buds. good shit though. hung out with jesse syd ricky and this guy's momma who helped me score. turned down the chance to try speed. pretty sure it was speed.. fuck that stuff. yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah..
monday was school, then i was on a mission to get my backpack back from rachels house. i got there at 6 and had until 8:30, but her damn neighbors were watchin tv near the fence i had to jump. i smoked a little, ate some mexican food and skated until i found this little 10 year old mexican kid who was all pro. he'd only been skating a year and he had me matched except for the weird stuff like nollie blindside and 360 shove its and casper 360 flip, but he could also 360 flip, switch heelflip bs fs heelflip/kickflip and so on. little fucker.. i tied him until the last letter and lost. pulled off a perfect switch ollie over a deck and was gettting nollie 180's down. i had more time to kill and he wanted to show me some spots around north park. cleared a 3 foot wide gap in the sidewalk but that was about it. we went a mile or two down from my girls house and got to a gas station with a 3 foot or so drop.. i kept trying to fs 180 it, landed it a few times but the last time i landed with all my weight on my right ankle when it was bent in like when you set up for an ollie. i yelled and didn't get up for a little while.. i was really scared that i broke my ankle because the first thing i remember was hearing a pop. i tried to walk on it but only got a couple feet to a pay phone.. i told my parents what happened and they said to get the backpack and call them if i needed to get picked up. the little mexican kid said to walk it off and called me a pussy cuz i didn't wanna skate a 6 stair right after i got hurt. i can barely land 6 stairs without injuries anyway man.. i walked the mile and a half or whatever limping and dragged myself up the fence and then up into rachel's balcony. we talked for awhile, she took a look at my swollen ass ankle and held me for awhile. i got home and got yelled at by my mom for being "inconsiderate" and shit, like i planned to get hurt.
tuesday spent 5 hours sitting around in a hospital to hear that it is sprained, and "probably" fractured. the wonders of modern science.. i crutch around now.. i miss skating.
fuck man i think i just heard air raid sirens.
scary shit.
ill stop now cuz i don't wanna whine. i'll write more eventually, toodles.
i love you rachel.