Well, its been a solid decade since the thought of flying through the air on a glorified plywood plank has seriously crossed my mind, but during the visit to Portland I felt like I needed to make the pilgrimage to the world renowned Burnside Skatepark. This spot has been around for as long as I can remember with features in magazines galore, skate videos, even video games.
It took us awhile to figure out exactly where it was. While we were there I had the single greatest experience of my life involving someone asking me for money. A kid came up to Luke and me, looking sober enough to be coherent and said the following:
Can you give me two dollars and fifty cents? My friends and I are cooking a pasta dinner and we just realized that we don't have a cheese grater. We really need a cheese grater for this meal so please give us a spare two-fifty.It goes without saying that I did not give him $2.50, but have since regretted not asking him to trade me a plate of food for cash. Maybe even a sliver of the cheese he so desperately needed to grate would have parted me from my $2.50. Then again, maybe I'm just not hip to Portland slang, and he was telling me that he and his friends were dope fiends.
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