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train to the city. He would skate all day on
boards his younger brother Ted brought to
him at the home now and then. Freddy
liked living at the home, he liked Mr. and
Mrs. Grey who looked after him, and he
liked to play "3 flies up" with the other
kids Mr. and Mrs. Grey took care of. He
couldn't imagine living anywhere else
except the home, but he always left to go
skating on Wednesday.
He always started early
because he liked to skate a lot of
places. He liked to have as long
as possible before it was time for
the park. Sure he was stupid, but
he'd been skating the city for
years, and he knew where he
was just by the feel of the
ground. He pushed and pushed
down the sidewalk, hitting one
spot, then heading for another.
He never slowed down or
stopped unless he had to. If he
came to a red light with too
much traffic to cross, he would
sight of a Neanderthal in sweatpants
just turn the corner and head for (Freddy always wore sweatpants)
whatever spot was next in that
direction; if he fell down, he would
get back up and going again as
quickly as he could. Once he start-
ed moving, he loved to just go and
go like that.
A lot of people who saw Freddy
pushing away like that couldn't help
but stop and stare. Freddy's hands, ▸
arms, and legs were all short, but
thick and powerful. He also had a
big head with uneven growths of
hair and beard on it. It made him
look a lot like a caveman, and the
charging down the big city street on a
skateboard was enough to make some
people forget what they were doing for
a few seconds.
Freddy would skate the park later
with all the guys there. Freddy didn't
know that the guys weren't always
there. He didn't even know the park
didn't open till 3 on Wednesdays. His
underdeveloped brain was too stupid
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to think of these things. He only went to the park once it
started to get too dark for skating outside. By that time it
was always open, and all the guys were usually there, and
that's all he knew. The PARK HOURS sign didn't tell him
anything because he couldn't read. He'd never even
looked at it.
All through the day Freddy pushed to spot after spot. He
would hit a place once and keep going. He never stayed to
session one place very long. He didn't think of things like
practicing a trick to get better at it. He just liked to keep going
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CLOCKWISE FROM LEft:
This illegal frontside U-turn 50/50 to 180° keeps Chris
Diehl too occupied to think about anything but making it.
Ivan clears his head, and the bank, at the I-10 ditch in San
Antonio, TX, with an ollie from the top of the grass to the
bottom of the ditch.
Tony Miorana went to the Quads in South SF and escaped
the pain in his brain for a second or two with this Batman-
style backside Smith.
nExt PAGE: Locking into frontside Smiths on this bar above
a bank in San Antonio, TX, made Forrest Kirby forget all
about his appointment with the phrenologist.
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