I count myself as a little too old now, but back in the day I used to be able to shred on a skateboard. My friends and I would head out into the streets with our boards and our backpacks and usually a stereo, and that’s how we’d hit the town. I learned about a lot more than just skateboarding when we went out there. There are at least a few crazy stories I could tell you, some more exciting than others.
We’ll keep it vague for the sake of anonymity, but a friend and I were skating in the local elementary school parking lot one evening, just around dusk. We were only around 13 ourselves, not long out of that very same school. We were just skating, minding our own business. We were young and weren’t up to any trouble; not by that point, at least. All of a sudden, a rusted out old mini-van missing a headlight screeches up to us, driver side window rolled down.
It was a group of kids a few years older than us. They outnumbered us, but we didn’t think they were there to