Street skateboarding

then rushed up towards the sky and down the street as the wind blew lightly then harder. I was going to be that leaf as I traveled the world today. My first stop, Mexico. I could smell the sugary churros as I turned the corner in and saw a Mayan pyramid. In front people were out in the street, shopping at the colorful carts that offered Mexican jewelry, pottery, clothing, and leather goods. There was also a very pleasant mariachi band strolling the street with smiles bestowed on their faces. I walk

Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Double Down Double Down is about a boy named Greg and he likes this girl at school named Mariana and she is having a Halloween party at her house. Greg was not invited and he was furious. Mariana is only inviting the band that she is in. Will Greg’s evil plan work to go to the party? Greg decides to join the band, but wait, what instrument will he play? Greg decides he wants to play the French Horn. But he found out that the French Horn was a lot of money. So he agrees

emptied handed and no one to be arm in arm with as I navigate the LA streets. I envy the young man wiping out on his skateboard. Look at the concern on the young woman’s eyes. She looks on with a frown. Still, he makes her laugh with his imitation of the Zombie’s walk. How much happiness is contained in the rivulets of his blood that hardens along the shin of his wounded kneecap? What thoughts have I tonight, walking the LA streets that are east of LAX. There is the homeless man with his Macy’s shopping

A few years ago, I was with my family, walking the streets in New York, on our way to buy dinner. My mom had given me and each of my brothers ten dollars to spend on money. As we were walking, I noticed a man. He was sleeping on the side of a wall, a torn blanket covered his chest. His hair looked ungroomed , wispy, and dirty. I could instantly tell that he was uncared for, unloved. He had a cardboard sign, yet nothing to write on it. I could tell he was homeless, I could tell he needed help. Dinner

On Tuesday, January 16, 2018, at approximately 1327 hours, FTO C. Dasher (ID #3917) and I responded to Publix, 4100 North Wickham Road, Melbourne, Florida, 32934 in reference to a Theft. I arrived on scene and made contact with Ms. Starla Cullison (Complainant), the Publix (Victim) manager, who stated the following in substance: On Monday, January, 15, 2018 one of the stores stock clerks told her that he thought someone had stolen products from the aisle 5 where he works. Another employee told

I sent Loss Prevention an email about this situation because I felt my life was in danger. I was now dealing daily, face to face, with the two workers wanting payment for their services. See attachment P 1-4. Joey had brought Paul up to me during a phone conversation but he would not listen to my side of the store so I email it to him. He sent me a text with an apology. Please see attachment Q 1-2. Also, please see attachment R1 of Catriena Facebook post in March 2016, Catriena makes the statement

In a small town and on a cold winter night, there was a door. This door was oddly large and seemed to be created in gold. This wasn’t a flourishing town. This wasn’t a town that someone might think of living in either. This was a town that had select people, but people of every kind. It had the rich, the poor, the happy, the depressed, the privileged, and the unfortunate. Yet, there was a rhythm with this town. It seemed to be that the people that had everything were the depressed ones and the one’s

Harold had lived in the same apartment with his wife Sandra for fifteen years. For fifteen years he heard the sirens scream by his window on their way to the hospital across the street. The wailing, howling lilt coming from miles away growing louder and louder, impossibly louder as it reached their window and made the turn around the opposite corner. Anywhere you lived in that city you would hear sirens. They just heard it louder, and more often. It didn't even mean anything anymore, except

Willets Point is a mechanic paradise in Queens, New York, located close to Citi Field. Due to its close proximity to such a large sporting arena and tourist attraction, many would theorize that it should be a very well off place. However, Willets Point is the opposite of well off and has been for decades. When you visit Willets Point, the first thing you may notice are the cracked and crumbling roads, or the broken drainage system, or the lack of suitable sidewalks for pedestrians. The entire area

Has there ever been a time when a repetitive noise was going to drive you insane? Well bottle flipping will do it. Bottle flipping is one of the worst trends of the year and will drive most people crazy. It all started in 2016, a viral video of a kid flipping a water bottle at a school talent show at Crookston high school in Crookston Minnesota. The activity was popularized and kids have been doing it ever since. The first unfavorable thing about bottle flipping is that it's noisy. Bottle flipping