Tuesday, March 24, 2009

book is typed

me and joe went to the brigantine skatepark today. as usual there was million little cliques of shady kids hanging around, no one was really pay attention to anyone, everyone in their own little world. a plane flew by pretty low, everyone stopped and looked at it. every single person in that park just stopped to look. i dunno where im going with this, but it was a good five seconds.


  1. what time did you go? I work in brig and left at about 4:25