Thursday, September 28, 2006


The pavement dries the last of the morning dew as Tim steps off the curb. He gazes half meditative down the long winding run ahead of him. He sits down on the ground. He suit of armor and wheels clanking together. He stares of in thought this sport his personal Mantra.

"What are you doing you dork?" some kid with a skateboard asks.

"I'm no-boarding you doo doo head!" our hero says as he gently glides off towards the hill.

And the rest is history.

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