As the sun began it's descent on the docks, we couldn't help but attempt to regain tricks from a time forgotten by some, but relished by others. Let me take a step backwards and explain who I meant by the collective 'we'. The 'we' I referred to was regarding locals of the Alameda skatepark. They were hucking fatties to flatties, flyouts, and other things youngsters do when flinging meat is involved.
The immediate and personal 'we' (Neal and myself) were doing nothing of the sort. However, we did enjoy a sunset and the feeling of what it might be like to travel back in time to when we would consider tossing our carcasses in an Xtreme way.
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