Saturday, January 28, 2012


After a big rain, it seemed the whole neighborhood would show up to the cinderblock churchyard at the end of my street. My friends dad was a sign painter and had a bunch of enameled plywood in their garage. We would use these old signs for skimboards. I mostly remember busting my ass and old grass and pine cones and red ants floating everywhere and a lot of laughing.

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