West Side guys had a new one to check, been going off and on over the years, and they had pumped it. Nothing but a few buckets to go. We did the work, and because it was in the shadows, it took a while to dry. It did, though, and we got some runs in. After a solid 20 minutes or so, dude pops his head over the fence, yelling to high heaven. Time to skedaddle. Brad and I make it out first and see the guy coming down the side of the house. Random property manager, not the fuzz. Some words were exchanged, and the others got out with ease -- once he realized we weren't fucking up the house I think he was cool with it. No cops, no names, we'll be back. All I wanted to do was skate, so I blew it and didn't take any skate photos. I suck at life.
Went to Court's, picked up the pump, and drained this arrow-shaped square-ish thing. Lots of shitty much, but we got it empty. It's got some potential. Asked the neighbors for a couple of clean buckets to wash it down and they obliged.
Sometimes birds shit on the Master Pools logo -- very little one can do about this.
Joe Dirt gets the next to the last of the mucky muck. Truck needs some new tires.
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