Micaiah- crooked grind

One doesn't know just how dirty a city sidewalk is until you lay on one for a few hours. If you want to see the gritty underbelly of society, go lay down on a chunk of well-used pavement ... When you are that low, there is no one that you can look down upon. "We stoop so low to reach so high."  Last night, a fog had wrapped itself around the bricks and stones of the city center. Cables and rails for the trolley's wound up and down then out of town. Wrought iron bars were skeletal over faintly gleaming windows. People huddled inside, locked away with blankets and bourbon. We cruised through the seedy areas of town. Big Pauly pointed and murmured directions. "There's a flat bar over behind those buildings." We peered out of the windows in anticipation. We meandered through a few neighborhoods looking at school yards. Double sets. Kinked rails. Pain & victory. Street skaters know how to suffer. It takes a bunch of pain to gain an instant of pleasure. The van slowed and pulled to the curb. Pauly muttered to Deville.  They were pointing to a shadowy building surrounded by tall trees. They were looking for something in particular.

In San Francisco & San Jose, we saw the darkest parts of society. Fear. Greed. Homelessness. Doorways spawned shadowy figures. Furtive. They were selling vice, disease and -- ultimately --death. Everyone was quiet, lost in their thoughts as we prowled through the night. Big Pauly had found a rail and we quickly lit it up with the generator. It growled quietly in the shadows while the powerful lights blazed over the rail and stairs. Josh, Aldrin, Jordan and Micaiah soon found themselves dissecting all it had to offer. The street was quiet and the team was left undisturbed. It was long after midnight. San Francisco. Skate- Ozzie