couldn't skate until the kids were asleep and the horrid gremlins somehow managed to extend their 7.30 bedtime to 9.45, which is when the lights go out out at the park. so for one night only i was transformed from a rad-dad, park-rat, loser to a certified street purist - the insane bastard offspring of oyola and puleo, ripping through the urban jungle on my tiny wooden steed.
basically skated a pretty perfect ledge, got a good fs noseslide, knew i didn't have anything better in me, so bought myself a beer and came home.