Sometime during my highschool years I found myself skateboarding near a local church. It wasn’t your christian or catholic church, but some sort of Japanese or Muslim church. I’m still not sure what they taught, but I do know it was a vacant lot. Vacant and boring. Really boring. But its vacancy is what drew me there: few places are skate-able and deserted enough to skate in. But this wasn’t a regular day; it was the fourth of July. Everyone who was anyone was out having fun, shooting fireworks, drinking beer, laughing and being with friends and family. Where was I? The god-damned brown-person church.
So I left the place in search of some more action. I had to get some sort of thrill, some excitement. Perhaps the fireworks will be cool. I could find a spot to skate at, while watching the fireworks! It was a perfect idea, and I had a perfect spot: the itasca industrial park. Itasca has good fireworks – and lots of people too. So I skateboarded my way down to the industrial park near the crowds of people. I could tell where to go just by following the crowds and traffic. I made my way to a parking garage which I thought would be vacant, but really it turned out to be a popular attraction. I guess people were going for the highest places they could. Who could blame them? It gives better view after all.
So I continued my journy down the winding roads laced with chains of pedestrians along the sidewalks. One windowless building stuck out in particular. At first it appeared to be a sort of parking garage that was borded off, but upon inspecting it, I realized the “garage” was an office building under construction. Having no concience and balls of steel I just slipped right under the fences and carried my board with me into the building.
It wasn’t too exciting in there, but I found a set of stairs. As one would do, I climbed them! They weren’t completed but done enough for the workers to carry materials up them. The building must have been 10 or 15 stories tall so It took a little bit of climbing, but once I got up there the fireworks were just about to begin. And as I would learn, I ended up with the best seat in the crowd!
Just two-to-three hundred feet away from me (maybe more) was the firework assembly. The show was launching directly in front of me and not too far above my head. At times the fireworks were so close above that I was showered by the raining fragments left over! Half-broken firework shells also came down on me – this is when I put the skateboard over my head and ran back in for shelter. I kept a souveneir firework shell since it was so big and then left when it was over. Climbing back down the stairs I noticed the rush of people around me and the building. People were leaving and to get out of the building un-noticed I would need to manuver swiftly.
All of a sudden the lights flashed brightly on -everywhere in the building! I froze. Immediatly I realized how obvious it must have been that I was on the roof. With everyone looking up, they had to have seen me! I thought I was doomed and just stood there, inching back toward the stairs. I sat and looked around but no one came, and everyone outside was oblivious to me. Then it dawned on me: the lights were out for the fireworks – to make it more dramatic. It had nothing to do with me, and I realized how paranoid I was being. I found the point of entry and left as quickly as I came, never able to return to the location of my most enjoyable firework display.
That was probably incredibly boring for you to read. Go spend your time doing something worth-while and stop reading my narcissistic blabber!