So Mike's been scopin this shot out for a minute, seems chill, no one would have any idea. It's by the old GoSkate off of Curtner by the McDonalds. (hey, remember when GoSkate was visible from those cheap theaters, crazy huh? i just remembered that.) Almaden Expressway is the bridge you see. on the other side of the bridge is more water and some Puzl, Jabs, and Left fills, if i remember correctly. there are some residential backyards visible from the wall, but there's so much brush it's not a big deal. so we go there during the day to get this ladder that Mike spotted earlier out of one of the backyards. he was always snoopy, but he found good ass shit, so i always paid close attention to what he was looking at. so we get the ladder and lay it in the bushes, so it'll be there for us when we return at night. i dont remember why we decided to do it at night, it wasnt really sketchy, but it was gonna take a minute because it involved some rollers, bucket paint and a ladder. so we return at night, prop the ladder up and get to it. every time we stepped on the ladder it sunk into the wet pebble/gravel down there, and it made a little noise, like a ladder sinking into some slushy jelly beans, ya know?. there was a homeless camp set up in the bushes at the top of the wall down the way a little bit and some dude kept moaning at us and saying "shut up" in a beligerant tone..... so we shot him. no, we didnt pay it any mind, but we wanted to finish what we started and get out of there. all of a sudden there's a huge spot light as bright as day shining down into the creek it was totally quiet though, the shit snuck up on us... and then we hear voices and footsteps kickin rocks and shit. so we freak and run under the bridge to the right. it was all water and some 1-2 feet high grassy weed patches. so we lay in the grass, and i'm buggin out cuz we're right below the opposite side of the bridge, if any one was on top of the bridge and decided to looked over, they'd see two dudes star gazing, like some broke back cub scouts. not good. we were totally visible at that point. so Mike starts rippin out the grass around him and covering himself with it..... straight up, like Shwartzaneger in "Predator". it seemed like a last resort, so i started to do the same. we're laying there for what seems like 3-4 hours, hearing voices and feet on gravel from what sounds to be as close as 10 feet away. when it all finally went away and it seemed quiet enough, we got up and ran through the waist high water, up the rocks, over the fence, across the Expressway, through the ritzy neighborhoods and back to me madre's spot. we didnt get to finish it.
so Mike returns the next day to scope it out and see if anything was tooken, i left my bag with my walkman and the paint and all that shit. it was all gone. he asks this homeless dude what all the racket was from the previous night, and trip this, the homeless dude says " ohh, my buddy fell off the wall and broke his neck at the bottom." -------- bug out.
so we went back a couple days later and finished it.
FUTS CHANGED MY LIFE.
we'll miss you bro.
Eye to the fuckin Aye....... every damn day,
-Op the Trucker.
