Goodbye.

Crammed onto bus as usual and head for college.
I find it hard to keep my eyes open for the first half of the day, or the last.
Crammed into bus and carted to Falmouth.

Jog home, whack on glasses, hat, and Supras. Head out and meet Hugo and Ben, Josh Ev has already headed down maritine. I could feel the static in the air at the anticipation of a good, dry, skate. At about 6:40 we were on the rocky road downtown, a nervous sweat breaking out on my forehead, due to the presence of Ben.
Surprisingly, awkwardness subsided, and we skated well. I noticed that there was a plentiful supply of skaters coming and going at the spot, none of which really had much talent, until the arrival of a man we will later know as Dave. He was poppin' really nice lines and encouraging and helping us out. It was neato. Hugo was working on getting 360 'shuv's down, and I landed my first couple of heelflips down the two-stair for a long time. Pop shuv-its were flowing pretty nice too. Shortly after darkness fell, we headed back to our abodes, and ate.

Noice.