Wednesday 3 June
Over COVID-19 lockdown I dusted off the the old Powell Peralta skateboard that was being used as a footstool underneath my desk and started re-aqaunting my 37 year old torn miniscus with the pain inducing kick push method again. I ended up skating every day in that first week before using my over confident dad skills to injure myself so bad that I was mouthing soundless swear words, while lying in the cul-de-sac outside my Whare. After a few months of injure, heal, injure, heal I am on the constant lookout for dry concrete so I can get out for a skate with the kids. Looks like this morning will be dry and shred-able. It's gonna flip on it's head later this arvo with strong wind and a bit of rain.