Lived across the street from a family of them growing up.
Would stink the neighborhood up of ganja.
One was like 6 years older than me, had a green Mohawk, would wear those super baggy black jeans, and was nice as shit.
He gave me his flatbar because he always seen me skating flat in front of my house.
I punched out his little cousin who was my age once, he was a chubby little juggalo wannabe and I cant remember why I punched him. All I can recall is he would always wear a kottonmouth kings shirt and we were like 11.