sorry, but this is the abridged version of my epic yesterday as it is too fucking hot and my patience for writing is thin as butcher sliced roastbeef. skated all fucking day. no really ... skated all fucking day. my legs are molasses and my eyes are bloodshot like the crackwhores of santamonica. we watched, when i say we , i mean every skater in the eastern hemisphere, it seems like there are never less than 30 kids out on a session at a time, we watched some euro try his trick for (no joke) two entire fucking hours while sitting in the broil section of the meter on the oven that is this southern europe. passing a bullfight arena im sure that i was the only one who had the thought , well, there is where they gorge innocent animals for sport in the name of enetrtainment. featch has indeed shacked up and found himself a semi-perminant residence, some lovely boy-girl. he is set with a place to stay nonetheless. i however, will change residences again tomorrow. joaquin, the swede im stayng with, is off to germany, and the spot that i may possibly stay opens up on wed, the dudes here are getting off to london. you just have to wait here and a bed will free up somewhere i guess, since skateboarding is the ultimate bro-community every skater in the world is looking for a couch in this oven and im just a pea in a pod. after the session in which i got a sequence for some french mag, we skated all over the world again untill i found myself in the middle of water.. the sun ebbed away to a shower of light in my life. the colleseum after the arc de triumph has a laser lightshow and we sat amidst the thousands of sweaty masses . we sat through 2 hours of spurts of water in a choregraphed show to the sounds of queen and your fave hollywood friendly classical songs, into a pinnicale of spanish pride.....freddy mercury;s 'barcelona' opera.(a fountain show is a poor-mans fireworks display, but here we are!) then up up up to this 2000 year old museum where we got on our boards and swooshed down hill on the most adiquate pavement that the gods had decided to throw down to us , for ten minutes at light speed i flew down past cars and peds into the front door of mt everest and out on more midnight skating ... out to the beach where there were lovers in arms at every turn and swooning in abbundance, stopping off where the brit im with (reese the piece) introduces me to' the manchester' an all english music themed bar, not a bad concept, with good music and ugly people. .. yes morte skating.... the spots tuly are endless. this city is a heaven of architecture and pavement. i cant walk. we meet up with 30 kids and i hop on a bike up top the t-west promised olympic pool. god damn this fucking cast on my hand! we are walking ... a thirty minute walk turnes into an hour thanks to drunkness of kids. i think featch is falling in love with a boy with yellowish hair . climb fences and behold... one two three olympic pools where they helt the 92 competitions. still heated but guess what... abandoned! of course. i float, hand above as i cheer on my comrades off of the 15 meter platform board, must feel like skydiving from that height. no cops no security... the worlds playground...
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