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Sooooooo. Here I am, typing on Cici's computer, waiting for her to get dressed, because I think we are going somewhere. I THINK we are going to eat a Chinese breakfast or something. One of Cici's brother's friend's father (confusing?) is talking about it. And cici's sister likes to skateboard. so I told her to do a manual. But she didn't know what it was. So I told her, and she tried it, and she did better than I thought. She's pretty professional! Um, but now that kid's dad is down there telling her that when to balance on one set of wheels, it is called an olly. I have breaking news, sir; you are a moron. When to "jump" with the board my leaning back and carrying the board with your front foot as you leap off the board, causing the board to come with you, that is called an olly. Want to know what a pop-shove it is!? Kickflip? Dorkus McLorkus. Ok, I made the last one up, but still. He's be like "shit yeaah, man, I used to be a pro skateboarder back in the day." Back in the day of make believe that is.
So, it seems like everyone wants to know the story of what it was like when Cici and I met. It was very surreal.