its funny, the mission that entails skating a backyard pool. peeking over fences in broad day light, neighbors have a dog? is it barking? is the house lived in? screw it, lets check it out closer and over the fence you go... any neighbors see us go over? is that helicopter for us? did you bring the buckets and towels? i forgot my board... everything that it takes to break into a house with out even touch the home... "tempe PD, what are you guys doing here?" "we're cleanin the pool for the owner." "so,,,you guys are supposed to be here?" "yea...west nile clean up." "what company do you work for?....wait, whose skateboards are those????"
we've been surrounded by swat teams, face down and cuffed with knees in our backs. in the back of cop cars, everything you can think of, but it never curtails the desire... the next pools gonna be better than the last, the search continues, the dream never dies. i cant even skate and anytime im in arizona, i still jump in the car and head out. i still bucket the pools and find some palm fran to use as a giant fan... the plasters perfect, the trannys not to tight, the copings killer, perfect death/light, no nozzles, rideable stairs, no in-wall ladder, the house has been gutted. this is us, this is all of us.
long sleeve larry put his crew neck on...."the right way"


life after death
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