BOMBS ON BUSH (st.)
last nite at approximately 9 pm, i bombed this hill on my skateboard in the dark… from the dirty victorians at the peak down into the steaming subway steps of the financial district. i rode it. like an eight-block, twenty-story wave of concrete & asphalt, i surfed this fucker & it was radical. i nearly wrecked more than once, weaving in & out of traffic - the taxi cabs hauling diners to nameless hotspots - dodging cablecar lines & bellboys. the episode ended w/matea running after me in the streets beneath the russ building, losing her shoe in the lane & snatching it back just in the nick of time (like indiana jones) while i spun out trying to stop from colliding w/a man standing at the corner reading a newspaper. & the skateboard somersaulting into the intersection… & silence… & then laughing.
