October 31st, 2009

Yo! We started out a bit off schedule. T-Little's mum's F-250's radiator decided not to function at its full potential this morning, so he had to help her out I bit. I recommended she get a better car. So he showed up to Bell a bit late. Sam and I were skating for about an hour before he showed up. I was trying to learn backlips to hurricane or sugarcane or whatver that shit is called. It's a work in progress. Today's outcome was definetely not desirable, but it's a step in the right direction. We then went to Horace Mann. Trey was supoooosed to land a half cab nose body varial to bside tail. He was getting super close, and I know if he saw the footy, he'd wanna kick himself for not seeing it through. It was looking pretty tight and he landed on his shit a few times. It was in his clutches, but slipped away, as many things do in life. I did a few fake back nose shuvs and got a few angles to prove it. Sam had a close call with death. He was trying to do a fakie back tail or front nose, I don't really know what it's technically called, but Clyde Singleton put that trick on the map when he did it down Hubba. So he tried that shit and it slipped out on him and he came down on his board, which rolled out from underneath him and as he was falling face down, he caught his arm on the ledge causing his back to arch beyond it's normal scope. I thought he broke his arm and Trey thought he heard a crack. Sam lay there in pain, sort of coughling like he was gonna puke. His face was all red and he was swearing in agony. I thought "this is it, he's really done it now." but a few minutes later we were laughing about it. So he was benched for the rest of the day and he was able to skate away a little sore. We then rolled out to Ikea for some delicous food from their dollar menu. Sam was feining for a slice of their greasy ass pizza all day. It was tight.