Experiment No. 1 - a skateboard story in 100 posts
Gang,
over the next few weeks, I am going to hit you with a few wild ideas...this is just the beginning.
here's how this one works.
I want to create a series of stories - about 100 posts long...
there are only 2 rules:
1. whatever you add to the story, must be PG13
2. at the 100th post, the story must end.
Ready?
Ok.
Let's start.
"I was new to the city and didn't know a soul. I had been transferred here by my employer - The Tribeca Corporation. Tribeca is involved with billing software and I was in technical support. Pretty boring stuff, really, but it paid the bills. I loaded everything I had into my '96 pickup and headed out with a sense of frustration. I was twenty-five and nothing seemed have really jelled in my life.
On my second night in the city, I was coming home from work around 6pm and saw what appeared to be a group of skateboarders. There were at least a dozen of them. They didn't seem to be on regular skateboards. These looked like much larger boards. The other thing I noticed was they weren't all guys. There were about 8 guys and 4 females. I decided to....
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Originally Posted by skategeezer
But I couldn't. I was intrigued. Who were these people? What were they doing? Why were they riding on such big skateboards?
I stopped the car at the end of the hill and waited for them.
I watched as a back lit dark silhouetted single file line of skaters snaked its way down the hill to where I was parked. I could hear their wheels blazing and barking against the pavement as they got closer and closer with each turn and slide. One by one they came screaming in with a sliding stop. It was then that I noticed why their boards seemed so big from a distance. Each skater was riding an old school deck that looked like it was straight from the early 80’s pages of Thrasher. I was smiling and laughing inside but trying to keep my best poker face in play. I leaned over and reached into the bed of my truck pulling out my original issue Zorlac JFA deck. Faded from years of sun and use, it was my favorite deck and I always kept it close at hand just incase. Introductions were made and I quickly learned that these guys (and gals) were the real deal. Most of them had been skate since they were kids and a few had come back to it after taking a few years off for various reasons. The oldest of the group was a skinny, well-tattooed guy with a dirty purple mohawk that the rest of the group called “Rob”. He appeared to be in his early 40’s and looked like he’d been around the block a few times to many. The others in the group looked like they ranged in age from their late 20’s to their late 30’s and each appeared to be in it for the long haul. Scars, scabs and ripped clothes told the story of a crew that loves to skate. Rob was the most vocal of the crew and he informed me that I was more than welcomed to come and skate with them if I was up to it and not afraid of getting busted. Two of the crew had been staking out a house that was for sale and there had been little to no activity at the house for several days. The plan was for one of them to hop the fence from the back side then open the gate for the others and using a sump pump, drain a small amount of rain water from the bottom of the perfectly shaped kidney pool. The though of skating a pool made my mouth water and I didn’t have to be asked twice, I was in…
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The though of skating a pool made my mouth water and I didn’t have to be asked twice, I was in…
I did a caveman onto my board and got a few kicks in before i was really moving. A ford taurus was coming down the road, so i ollied onto the hood and transfered over the fence into the backyard. The skaters that were coming down the road stopped, mouths wide open in amazement. The blond haired kid in the middle of the pack said "Dude, do you know how gnarly that was?" I responded, "***continue story here***
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I responded, " Thanks, bud! I learned that wa...look at that!" The kidney pool wasn't just perfectly shaped, it was huge. I had no idea what a pool this size was doing in a neighborhood like this: it had to be 50' long, running nearly fence to fence in the backyard. Lining the rim was a band of blue, 1" tiles and concrete coping that complimented nearly spotless, robin's egg blue plaster. This thing was a throwback, a timewarp of a pool I'd only heard about from old guys like Clay and Kevin that I occasionally skated slalom with.
Grizzled, mohawked Rob came over with a wild look in his eye and said, "Let's get this thing dried out!" Within minutes, the job was done and the pool virtually empty. I looked at empty house, and it was still and dark. The neighborhood was quiet, other than the buzz from a streetlight that illuminated "our pool" and some music, faint in the distance. "Norteña?" I wondered to myself...
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...Then I remembered this was a skate session, not an episode on the Cooking Channel, and that I tend to narrate in complete thoughts. Anyway, nevermind all that. Rob dropped in, and the pool instantly filled with skaters. I hopped into the shallow end, gripping the nose of my Zorlac and waiting for the perfect moment to ...
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...Then I remembered this was a skate session, not an episode on the Cooking Channel, and that I tend to narrate in complete thoughts. Anyway, nevermind all that. Rob dropped in, and the pool instantly filled with skaters. I hopped into the shallow end, gripping the nose of my Zorlac and waiting for the perfect moment to ...
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waiting for the perfect moment to ... bust my newly perfected 720 into a nose stall...
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Just then a loud shrieking whistle pierced the air as we were bombarded by a gaggle of attack birds that had been perched on the phone lines and watching the pool and back yard area. Rob screaming as one squawking bird tore a sizable chuck from his neck. Rob slid down the side of the pool in blood and major pain. One of the nice looking girls yelled, "That's why I'm packing!" and started shooting birds with the Gold Cup 45 ACP she dragged out of her hidden holster. She stood tall in a trained military posture and smoked the long slim cigar she brought out for the occasion. Sirens alerted us to the rollers approaching when Fatboy said, "Quick, the basement!" We entered and discovered the indoor bowling lanes this rich guy had. "Come on you buggas, there's cold Heineken on tap here!" as he lifted a schooner and a shiny ball from the rack. Then to everyones total surprise.....
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Then, to everyone's total surprise...the rich man's 18-foot pet python broke free of his cage at the back of the lanes...wait a second, these aren't bowling balls...these are mice corpses! "Fatboy, I yelled, get yer eyes checked! And don't drink that antivenom!" Fatboy had already downed a pint of it and was filling up another when he heard me. "Damn, that's good antivenom..." he muttered, noticing the Python at the end of the feeding shoots. "What the hell is that doing here?" Before we could say another word the python leapt toward Rob and ate him whole. "MY PVD" He screamed, before being swallowed by the massive serpent. With ninja-like skill that I used to have, I snatched up his board, pondering in the back of my mind how much I could sell it for on ncdsa as we fled from the gigantic beast. It slithered after us with the speed of a tow truck, lurching itself up the stairs as we dropped into the kidney bowl below. The sirens outside began howling and shots rang in our ears as bullets flew into our attacker. "####### SNAKES!", Yelled the head officer, standing behind his car with an ak-47 glued to his shoulderblade, shells coming out of the ak's chamber like pie out of Fatboy's oven, "..you'll get what you ####### deserve for eating your ####### owner you ####er!!!!!". Bullet by bullet the snake slowed down, finally giving in to the chief, blood pouring out of the holes in his inch-thick hide. "dang it", one of the skaters said, "now there's snake blood over half the pool". Before he could say anything else the chief aimed his weapon at us. "I'd shoot you if I wasn't out of ammo", he said, "now get the hell out of here before I pull out my 12 gauge!". The other officers, poised with their pistols ready, looked unusually frightened. Holding my board and hopping on Rob's, I...
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Experiment No. 1 - a skateboard story in 100 posts
