Winter was fun.
Four hours is a long time to wait. My car was being pimped in the garage. I had two fistfuls of waiting to be done so I set out for a wander into Southport. I hadn’t been there for a while.
I wore floral board-shorts. I imagined myself going for a swim in the broad-water but when I arrived it didn’t seem very appealing even after a 45 minute walk through the dry barrens of Nerang Road.
There were families everywhere and I felt extrinsic to the whole scene.
So I went back to a cafe I had passed on the way in. They had a Ruben sandwich on the menu. Thats, Corn beef, Russian dressing, Jarslberg cheese and sour kraut. Gently toasted bread.
All ingredients need to be at room temperature. Thats the secret to the perfect Ruben.
I couldn’t fucking wait. I’d been wanting this sandwich all my life.
Of course they’d just sold out.
There was a guy sitting there eating my sandwich. Sucking the mayonnaise of his fat fingers with a smug contentedness. That was meant for me.
I settled for a lesser sandwich and stepped back into the sun.
It hit me hard.
Whoever built this park was tripping. A massive U shaped bowl with psychotic 12 foot sections and a gigantic full pipe. Barely anyone skates this thing. I’d love to shoot pics of someone who could take it on. Really skate it.
We couldn’t skate it. So we spun flaming steel wool.
We had a vist from E.T and Jim Morrisons ghost.
Apologies to the fellow who drops into this bowl and comes unstuck after his board hits a hunk of singed steel wool.