Knee has been wonky as of late, but I needed my fix. Made some calls to find out the day's agenda, and we went to a 6-foot pool and an abandoned hotel. Some shitty water and dirt, and Joe swears he flung a piece of poo out of there. Tight trannies, gnarly coping (block with rough cool deck), solid kink in the facewall, tight sidewalls -- nothing's ever perfect, right?
The evidence is mounting.
So, unfamiliar camera and I'm trying to take some runs and drink beer means not too many goo dones turned out. Of the ones that did, both are Joe, but that's kind of fitting since he tore this pool a new asshole today. Stairs to death, frontal death, and here, FSG.
And here... crail. Let the trufflehogs have this one now.
trufflehogs!
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