I miss the sessions

More than anything I miss the sessions.

I miss going to the crater on Wednesdays and coming late.

I miss seeing the dedicated crew who longs all week for wednesday.

I miss the greetings I get when I climb the stairs.

I miss seeing Clint finishing off a smoke and taking a swig of water out of an old milk jug.

I miss watching Marley run around the bowl as Ron skates it smoother than anyone in history.

I miss the occasional presence of Mike Scibetta telling me about obscure punk as he gets pumped up.  

I miss watching Andy destroy the oververt as only the owner can do.

I miss Fatneck's double double on the tall pockets.

I miss Capron's frontsides through the corner in a sweaty V-neck.

I miss Don telling me he doesn't skate anymore.

I miss sticking Pink Crack stickers at 5.9 ramp and blaming them on Ross.

I miss the friendly rivalry between the two ramps.

I miss the Friday night sessions at the pink crack ramp.

I miss Ross getting so mad he punches himself in the face only to land a sweeper the next run.  

I miss Staci's frontside carves through the door.

I miss Boot's ridiculous frontside airs from the new ramp to the old.

I miss getting wiffs of Adams stench as he does a front side grab grind in my face.

I miss watching Talba doing the most creative non-stop skating I have ever witnessed.

I miss EJ yelling at me with support every time I get stacked. FACE!

I miss RIch putting everyones style to shame with his moves from another time.

I miss Jeremy's endless smiles as he does some of he best carve grinds around.

I never thought I would, But I miss Ducky showing up in full pads and smoking a cigar.

I miss Tamra showing up with her hellion Sage and seeing the trouble he tries to get into.

I miss watching Jimmy get stacked his first time to the ramp. 

I miss Womble showing up and giving me a pair of old shoes.

I miss Hanuesacks Laid back approach to the ramp.

I miss Medford's gnarly leaps of the railing.

I miss cleaning up the carnage of beer bottles and cigarette butts the next day.

I miss going to the city park and seeing Stubby guide the park rats in the right direction.

I miss meeting Steve Hart there on bikes and having a blast just goofing around.

I miss taunting the kids who push mongo.

I miss watching the kids get better everytime I go.

I miss getting vibed at Eastern.

I miss the family that has grown through blood and sweat.  No tears.

I miss my friends

I miss my skateboard.

Most of all I miss the sessions.