One week before Sebastian left for home, we took a trip to the city to skate. The weather wasn't the greatest but we were able to squeeze in a good sesh downtown. The night consisted of bum art, drinks, singing/screaming and running in the streets. We capped off the night by playing a game of tag on our way home. I hate being "it" so I punched a bum. "You're it!" The poor bum didn't see it coming.

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