December 11, 2004

  • On board…

    Interesting Friday, folks. Look at this church right by my doc.

    Cool? I thought so.

    Anyway, this city, for all its magnitude, is small as hell. On the way to my office from my psychiatrist, I got lazy, deciding to take F to R for just a block of rain instead of the 6 blocks from just the F. And who walks out from the same car as I’m in but young Miss Meredith.

    And then at work, the PS 260 gift tradition continued. First, there was patches (picture coming). Yes I had to glue about 1000 patches to a hip instruction label, then put them in envelopes, tag them with addresses, orginize them, and deliver them to agencies all over the city.

    Year two was belt buckles that said PS 260 (not PS 69, as pictured, that was just my own personal buckle). We had to put every single letter in a buckle, and screw the back in. It sucked ass. Once again, 1000 buckles. That shit was no joke.

    And now, drum role please, skateboards! Only two hundred this year, because they are expensive as hell, and also quite a bitch to make. Observe.

    You nail the screws through.

    Loosely put the trucks on.

    Drill the trucks tight (the hardest part of this assembly line. I took this step because I had not done a single thing for the skateboards the day before. Joe, pictured in the first two steps, drilled about a hundred boards that day, he needed a break. He also asked me to mention how many boards he did. Oh Joe, always after the glory.)

    Put the wheels together, then screw them in.

    Then tighten the trucks.

    And finally, tighten the wheels to perfection.

    Voila, finished product.

    Now get drunk.