Carleigh, Fuzz and I were supposed to go see John’s band after going to 303 and then skating downtown a bit. But Carleigh was blowing it big time so we missed 303 and skating. I had stepped out on my street and done a couple kickflips while waiting for Carleigh to be late. The foot felt like it was up for skating. Stoked. Now if only Fuzz hadn’t stole my board (He is jealous of my Thunder trucks (the poor guy rides Indys)).

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