Doug Corbin 9/20/99 ENC 1101 Core One Essay Skater Die or Lost in Boston “Thump, thump… thump, thump… thump, thump,” rattled through my head like the beating of a Native American drum as the car charted across the highway 93 bridge into Boston. I was with three of my friends who lived in Massachusetts. We entered the city. The buildings were so huge, they were hypnotic, all I could do was stare in awe at the mighty achievements. “…showed first 75 words of 1656 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1656 total…whole ordeal sucked. It certainly sucked enough to change my mind about running from the police. Now I don’t run from cops trying to kick me out anymore. I’ve learned that it only makes things worse. If we wouldn't have ran, he probably would have given us a little grief or simply told us to leave. Instead we got reamed, our boards taken, and a tour of Boston during rush hour. Bibliography none