This last Saturday, I took my Arbor Hybrid Skateboard, my NEW Arbor Hybrid skateboard, my SECOND, new Arbor Hybrid skateboard since the first one broke the night I got it, on my evening dog walk with Josh.

I set the board against the fence as I always do, and let Josh run around to find the perfect place to poop. Anyone who has ever walked my dog knows this can be time intensive process. As I was picking up his poop, I saw two guys, one on a bike, one on skateboard, pause at the fence to the beach. When I walked back two minutes later, my Arbor was gone.

I took off after them, and got confirmation from about a dozen people between 16th street and 10th that they were heading south on West Bay. The kid with the skateboard had my skateboard in hand.

Cops never caught them. But a police report has been filed. And you can bet that I'll be walking the dog a LOT down around west bay.

So.

My bad.

I paid the trust tax. I've lived here fifteen years or so and have only lost one bike, one backpack, and now one skateboard.

But that's a pretty rare ride and this is a pretty small peninsula. You better hope, fucker, better HOPE, that I don't see you riding it on the boardwalk. That board is scratched to hell on the deck from my dog chasing it, AND I have a receipt. I'll know right away if it's mine.

And trust me. If I know, you will know too.