Skate, Lucozade Lemon, and Sun.

Awake at 9:19am, and roll out of bed. Slither to shower and wince as the grease is ripped from the tatters of flesh that is supposedly my face.
Twenty painful minutes later, and I've bravely equipped my baggy jeans, with the attitude of someone who prays for death. I notice that is is actually sunny for once, and before long Hugo has managed to get his lazy ass back to Falmouth and we hit the streets, not dislike the fashion of two men that are going over the top of the trenches and into no mans land. We stop at Spar and Hugo buys us each a Lucozade Lemon, which wasn't as bad as it looked or sounds.
Blast ahead an hour or two, and we're back on my street, working on lines and not being too awful. We notice a boy, of about 12, skate past in Nike SBs and skinny jeans. To our bemusement, he entered the house a few doors down from mine, and before long me and Hugo were nervously getting ready to press the doorbell, not unlike two children on their first date.
Against all odds, the boy, who announces his name as Mikey, comes outside to greet us. After some bitter skating, he packs his things and takes his leave down the road. Me and Hugo shrug, and wonder why we asked him to come out anyway.
Enter the house and turn on computer.

Game Over.


I love Amy