Church of the Ninja

 

Awesome arched hallway at a church in snow at night.

  

     I took the bike the other night, to get some sweet snowy night shots since we had a "blizzard" a couple of days before.  I have been wanting to shoot this church for awhile, as I always thought these arched hallways were cool, but the snow was just an added bonus.  But, posting this shot has brought to my mind a memory I had stashed deep into a dusty corner of brain, of something that, what I consider to be, the worst thing I've ever done.
    I wasn't alone on this, but I don't think the other kids felt as bad about it.  Long story short, we took food from a kitchen, but there is much more awesomeness to it, and the spirit of sheer adventure that some of the better youth of suburbia really shines through.  It was several years ago, and I only have bits and pieces left, but it should be enough to get the job (post) done, so here we go.
    As usual, we were skateboarding around, popping some heelflips, some nollies and just being general rapscallions.  It was beginning to get dark, we were ready to head home, and we spotted it: a window open just a crack.  It was probably to air out the boiler room, but we knew that inside there was an auditorium with a nice floor to skate on.  The adventure's spirit took hold of all of us and within minutes the window was open and we were cruising the glossy floors.  There's something about riding a skateboard inside a building.  There is a different kind of wind blowing by, you push with more oomph, and you just cruise and enjoy the simple pleasure of being where you're not supposed to be.
    Apparently, these simple pleasures were not enough, and we began to partake in what some of us would later call (and get arrested for) "urban exploring."  I say some of us because at the time of this story we seem to have had a transition group between the old school days, catholic school kidz, and the contemporaries.  Anyway, we wandered into a room of the side and, to us, we hit the fuckin jackpot!  Candy, snacks, bagels, frozen stuff, it was a fully stocked kitchen and smorgasbord of food.  Packages were torn open, bagels were tossed in oven, something went in the microwave, and we proceeded to gorge ourselves on forbidden food.  We did our eats, ninja'd out of the building, and marched home in victory.  One of us did not leave empty handed however, and he strode proudly, holding a 3 bound bucket of cheese puffs over his head in pure glory.
    Now that I think of it, this wasn't the worst thing we, or I, ever did.  Our ninja skills were elite and we just ate some of the Jesus day camps' food.