maggots like him look for. Die, shiteater.
I'll skate your fuckin' pool while you're wait-
ing in line at the bank. I went ninety on
the freeway with all the windows and
the sunroof open and the stereo pump-
ing full blast. I couldn't wait to get all
the boys in on this one. It was too
perfect. It was what we all needed;
what we'd been waiting for. I was
PSYCHED. I ran all the stop signs on
the way from the freeway to the
house to call little Fidel as quickly as
possible. Light was dying and every
minute that passed meant less skat-
ing tonight. Me and Fidel had been
hunting for days on end now with no
results, and now I had this to just
deliver to him on a platter. It wasn't
our find but it was definitely sick. But
then it was "I think he's sleeping. I'll
go see," and "I don't know, I'm beat,
maybe tomorrow."
"It's gonna be gone tomorrow."
"A-a-a-h, I don't know."
"OK, bye." Whatever. Later, pussy. All
the boys were outside goofing off with
golf clubs and soccer balls. I threw
away my bramble-ized socks and shorts
and picked all the shit off my shoes, got
new clothes on, gathered up some cups
and fucked up rag-towels for the little bit
of water in the bottom. I was relishing
the moment of bestowing this one on the
boys. I walked out and said, "I got the
pool. It's the last day and I'll take one car-
load. Who's in?" Everyone looked up and
either just went back to their little subur-
ban yuppie diversions or stuck out their
lower lips and shook their heads, except
James. "I'm in. A pool? Fuck yeah!"
What the fuck? Did the rest of them misun-
derstand me or something? Whatever,
fags. "Let's go then. I'm going right
now. It's gonna be dark soon." I
walked out of the gate and put all
the shit in my back seat. I was
Clockwise from far left:
The architect who
designed this brick ledge
probably never imagined
that Billy Rohan would
see it as a launch pad for
his salad grind up the
handrail. Upon initial
investigation, this set of stairs seemed uninspir-
ing, but when a picnic table was added to the
mix it became the perfect site for
Dave Fry to do noseblunt slides to big spin.
James Faggiano unearthed this upturned slab
of concrete and used it to propel himself into
a melon grab to the parking lot.
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