The park I go to while stuck in the particular suburb I’ve been stuck in has a pretty chill group of regulars. People are genuinely friendly. The vibe is more like a parking lot than a skatepark. But I’ve been to some that are absolutely training facilities where I’m essentially invisible due to my relative lack of skill. Luckily I’ll be back in the city soon, so I can just find some quiet ledge spot and just push around skating whatever I see on the way.
The park I go to while stuck in the particular suburb I’ve been stuck in has a pretty chill group of regulars. People are genuinely friendly. The vibe is more like a parking lot than a skatepark. But I’ve been to some that are absolutely training facilities where I’m essentially invisible due to my relative lack of skill. Luckily I’ll be back in the city soon, so I can just find some quiet ledge spot and just push around skating whatever I see on the way.
Have you ever read Franny & Zooey by JD Salinger? Particularly the first 40 pages before Franny faints?
There are Wally Campbell’s everywhere I go. So sad-making.