The Old Man kept practicing during the months of March and April.
Soon the skatepark was calling to him like Harpies called to the Sea Captains of Times Gone. He made it a solitary affair- sneaking out in the early weekend mornings, hiding in the bowls and practicing his kickturns and carves so that the Dirty Skate Youth (DSYs) wouldn't mock his old, fat ways.
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