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i see saggy cargo pants, marijuana and at least three mall grips. some pseudo outcast cool kids carving out skidmarks, painting the concrete waves with wheels and their bloodstains. hey look at that guy in the corner, he just bought two burnt spoonfuls of a score. it doesn't look like he can take any more, though. or the guys playing six tricks roulette, on a quarterpipe, on a bet, for a cheap pack of cigarettes.
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 6:49 AM UTC
a night at the skatepark
i see saggy cargo pants, marijuana and at least three mall grips. some pseudo outcast cool kids carving out skidmarks, painting the concrete waves with wheels and their bloodstains. hey look at that guy in the corner, he just bought two burnt spoonfuls of a score. it doesn't look like he can take any more, though. or the guys playing six tricks roulette, on a quarterpipe, on a bet, for a cheap pack of cigarettes.
these are commonplace. hah.
david-mitchell
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 6:49 AM UTC
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