So we went to my old middle school to take pictures of my brother and Damon skating, then someone got on the intercom saying "Skateboarding and RAZOR scootering are prohibited. You must leave the campus or we will have you arrested in 60 seconds." or something of that nature. But seriously? The intercom? I even told the lady I was alumni...but I guess if you have a generic scooter that's not a Razor you're good to go. Good thing Mack has like, four of them in the bed of his truck. So then we went to play at the bank, and the guy that was supposed to kick us out just told us to wait 5 minutes until his manager left because she was a bitch then we could continue. So I guess we're going to continue tomorrow night.
And I guess Ryan's kids are going to be around tomorrow, so I'll play skateboards with them too. Or something.
K I'm going to go shoot up, eat, and pee...
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