Later on after the Memorial Day skate-sesh, we had made plans to find a spot to go swimming. I went home for a bit and passed out from skating and the heat. I woke up to see mad missed calls from the homies. "Shit they must've gone without me" I was thinkin. NOPE. I look out the window to see Matt and Paul whippin up the street in the Miata, nearly bottoming out on the bump in my driveway, to drag me out to hang. Shoutout to the homies! LIFE IS RAD
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