Took the Philly groms out again today on a little junk park tour. Canby, Woodburn and then Donald. They forced me to slide a handrail and then didn't have the decency to try it themselves. They were also educated on the nuances of gay trucking culture and how to get picked up by truckers, by our gay trucking friend Fitz...
They're done. Little f*cks are now telling me, "We're not sure we are going to skate tomorrow."
Oh yes you are. You're not leaving town until you've rolled your innocent arses in the pigeon sh*t at Burnside.