I'm actually embarrassed that you don't hear one decibel of hooping or hollering towards the end of the edit during Braydon's line at Grand Haven park. My hometown skate scene needs a fucking hug or a punch in the face. Hey you in the board shorts with the puka shell necklace, quit your ice grilling. You are not from the mean streets of Kalis' West Michigan, you are from the beach in West Michigan. Smile you fucking cake eater. That is all.
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