Today was bittersweet for most of us. Let me start from the beginning. Today was the first time in many months that our whole crew was assembled into one functioning unit. We was rollin' hella deep in my wife's black bug (flowers included). We were sooo tight in that shit, both literally and figuratively. We were packed in like sardines and ready to stomp one of Oside's best parks. I forgot the park's name, but it starts with an M. Ask Chad Bartie cause he was all up in that shit. I know what you is thinking, but he was not the star of the show. Back from his long hiatus from the BAS crew, Mr. Trey himself was in attendance. Let me tell you what, all of his skating he's put in over the summer has really paid off. Much to Mike's dismay (cause Trey told Mike he looked like he's been packing more heat than usual), I rewarded T-Little with the our most prestigious MVP award today. Everyone put in some good work, but I think, and I think everyone in attendance would agree, T-Little pulled ahead of the crew. Let me recap how we all fared: I did a nollie backside heel on the hip, a long front nose grind 1 eights on a bump to ledge, a front tail on the bank to ledge, and a steezy backlip to roll-in on the ledge to slant. Mike hit a frontside flip and a switch flip on the hip, and a 50/50 on the long rail. Sam pulled a monster trey flip on the hip, a board down the big fat rail, a board to fakes on the long rail, and probably a bunch of other stuff that I didn't see. Finally, Trey handled a feeble and 50/50 on the long rail, some tailsliides on the little bank, a b side nose grind on the ledge to slant, a frontside bigspin, nollie inward heel, and frontside flip (I think) on the hip. But what really sealed the deal, was his trey flip to noselide on the little bump to ledge. I'm the only one who actually witness the anomaly, and it was sick! From there we went to 7-11 where Trey was hit with some terrible news; homie's car got fucking towed the shit out of my complex. He was hella bummed and so was I (probably not to the same extent) but none the less, I felt really guilty and offered my boy a slurp. It was the least I could of done ( I will get you back someday fool). From there we went to a tranny park that was pretty wack except for a game of skate we played. It was a close game, but once again, MVP boy served us some fresh new tricks. Sam was defeated with a buttery bigspin flip while Mike coached him to do a kick (which was a nail in my coffin) on every turn. Speaking of which, Mr. Mike bruised his heel. Big surprise. Homie has had a slew of unfortunate luck when it comes to his dumb ass feet on a skateboard. Gotta train harder fool!
Then I spotted some stairs and persuaded Trey he could kick the fuck out of them. He came pretty close and threw his body down the 9 multiple times to only walk away with a hesher roll away and a broken board along with bruised heels. I could see in his eyes he'd had enough. He was a big enough trooper to stick it out a it longer and film Sam and I try to skate some blue wooden benches that went a cross a grass gap. I almost got a backside fiver, but my speed was diminished by the end of the ledge. From there, we had to go face the music and drive home to retrieve Trey's impounded whip. We were supposed to stop by Guitar Center to get Sam, aka Chris Carraba, a new guitar. I was burnt out and had to be home for dinner so I opted out of that detour. When we arrived at the fucking lame-ass Paxton Towing shithole, things unfolded for the worse. While Trey was waiting for his paper work to be processed, he notices a little green Tacoma lurking in the impound lot. Turns out that was Sam's. So Sam had to fork over his guitar money to get his shit out. Once again, I felt shitty (probably not to the same extent though. I will get you back somehow, someday for that homie). So like I said, today was bitter sweet. Sweet in regards to our crew being back together and having fun and landing tricks, but bitter cause there were some injuries and a lot of money lost.
that hella sucks phule.
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