Hooked up with Joe, Craig, their friend Beach from New Zealand, and Hoss. Hoss had a square for us to check out with a little wateer. The more we bucketed, the more we realized that it was pretty much a piece of shit. There as a ton of mud in there, and we were running out of time, so we got it as dry and clean as we could and decided that we'd come back.
Dirt remembered one right down the road. We snuck in, very high profile, and took some runs. Deep and tight, but smooth and fun.
Joe got the stairs. Dark and dusty.
On the way out, cops were rolling up near the exit. Nothing to do but face the music. 6 cop cars and 10 cops all showed up because a neighbor had reported a possible burglary. The neighbor came over and talked to the cops when he saw we were just skaters, and actually apologized for calling them. A couple of the cops were assholes and had to be tough guys, but the bottom line is once they figured out we were just skating they let us go. That's what usually goes down.
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