No sleep Thursday night.
I left my apartment at 3:30-4 am. Got to Penn Station at like 4:15, in plenty of time for my 4:51 train.
Ate a slice of pizza.
Get train, transfer at Jamaica. Get to JFK at about 5:30-5:45 for my flight at 6:45.
Get my own row of seats in the second row on JetBlue. Passed out before takeoff.
Woke up 20 minutes before we landed at about 9:30.
Picked up my rental car, Seabring, 10am.
First burn out, and ebrake around a turn 10:05am.
Drive to Port Charlotte because that's where I have to be for my deposition at 1:30.
Get there at 11.
Go tot he mall and buy a bright eyes cd and cup of coffee because I'm bored and need car music.
Drive through my old neighbor hood. See a piece of the ramp that use to be in my garage set up ont he side of a random road.
Cover it in FuckBMX stickers.
Go to Panera Bread.
Buy a cup of coffee and steal the internet. 12:30.
Go to court. 1:15pm.
The lawyer who I'm supposed to be hooking up with good testimony kinda sucks. Didnt word his questions right to get answers that would help him; I wasnt going to lie.
Be a sarcastic asshole for 80% of my deposition.
Ends at 4pm.
4:30, go chill at my old bosses house(who the suit is actually against...)
Play with dogs.
5:30 pm, head out.
6:30pm, pick up my friend Geo, go get food.
7:30pm, decided we should go to the mall across the street from the dope skatepark in Naples to pick up high school bitches.
7:35pm, decide to pick up his bike so we can go to the special bike session that happened to be happening from 9-12.
Finally roll up at like 9:30m skip the mall.
Ride and chill till 12.
Go to 7-11 with Geo, my old roommate and my old neighbor, chill and shoot the shit. 12:30am.
Go to McDonalds for some eats. 1am.
Sit on a curb in the parking lot and eat. 1:10am.
Have a trashy pregnant girl try to sell us drugs. 1:20 am.
Take a group photo with said girl for FuckBMX. 1:22am.
Leave McDonalds. 1:30am.
Go to Walmart because the only clothes I brought with me was what I was wearing +1 tshirt. 1:45am.
Buy gym shorts and change in the bathroom. 2am.
Drive Geo home. 3am.
Go to the airport. 4am. drop car off.
Starbucks, steal internet. 5-6:30am.
Board my plane at 6:45.
Wake up at 9:15am over queens because the dude next to me opened the window.
Land at 9:30am.
Realize that the 2 exit rows in front of me were completely empty the whole flight. 9:32am.
Get the airtrain. 9:45am.
Arrive to Jamaica, and realize there is a random bag int he train car. 10am.
Take said bag.
Get train from Jamaica to Penn, 10:22am.
Get to Penn, walk to my friends studio.
10:45am.
Open random bag of mystery.
Loot:
2 boxes of cubans.
1 psp.
4 games.
no form of ID(I was actually planning on returning it).
(edit: I actually turned on the PSP(Ronnie Gaska hates PSP's) and there was a login screen for his myspace/facebook(along with plenty of random porn, haha) in the histroy, so I emailed the kid saying I had his shit, havent heard back yet...)
Go to Chipolte. 11am.
Go back to the studio and chill for a bit. 11:30am.
Catch train home.
12pm.
Arrive home. 12:45pm
Not mentioned is the assumed fact that I used the ebrake around every turn, did reverse 180's any time i had to turn around and did a burn out at every traffic light.
Fuck a rental car, B.
This use to be a part of our old garage bowl.... Justin and I threw it in the woods about 16 months ago... Now kids ride it again.
You think your economy is fucked?
Florida sucks, don't move there.
When I first moved to Florida, my exbosses dog just had a puppy, his name is Duke. We use to see who could slide his fuzzy fat ass the furthest across the tiles. I hadnt seen him in 16 months, and while we were standing around shooting the shit, he was laying on my feet. Puppy love.
Geo shredding the transfer into this bank.
Justin left and Billy right, siked on FuckBMX stickers.
It's twice as fun as it looks. It's like cement trails.
Rad i fucking tude.
Noone told me this special bike night was happening, so I rode a borrowed bike, and bowling shoes. the only extra clothes I had brought with me was a tshirt...
This is the dude that runs that Street One shop that was written up in ride. I forget his name, but he likes the Redsox, and punching walls.
Me and the Florida crew, plus one fucking whore.
Gallery
Files for myspace and shit.
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