Sorry, one more post. This is a special topic of appreciation for me.
One time, about a week after moving out on my own for the first time and into a really shitty apartment, I was drinking a 6 pack by myself, reading Deadeye Dick by Kurt Vonnegut, or playing Paper Mario, I forget which.
I finished the beers and decided I hadn't had enough, so I went out on my skateboard to a bar across the highway. I ordered a beer and moved to a seat by the window. Looking out the window, I spied the fucking mellowest handrail on God's green earth. It came out of the backside of an office complex, and it was early evening, so all the employees had called it a day. I chugged my beer (an IPA, high ABV), paid the bartender, and went out to meet it. I'm regular and it was frontside for me, so I started trying to FS board slide it. I was drunk, so I was just flying out and doinking the end of the rail for a good ten minutes, not even trying to commit. I had (and still have) very little experience skating handrails.
Then the clouds rolled in.
The next few doinks, I felt a couple of drops of rain land on my head--pre-cum of the sky. I decided that I really wanted to land it and that I might have to get after it. A few tries later, it started to rain. Like legitimately pour rain. I was instantly soaked as I ran back to the runway. After a handful of tries in the pouring rain, I realized how bizarre my situation was. I turned around and hopped on my board, pushed off, slid the rail, and fucking stomped it, my whole setup inundated and soggy as an old country boner. Some dude on the patio across the street (the bar I just left) hollered out, "YEAH DUDE!"
I pushed across the street toward the bar, fived the dude, abandoned my soggy board at the door, and walked in, sopping wet. They were doing Karaoke. I got another beer and went immediately to the DJ and asked him if he had any Cam'ron. He only had the one with Kanye, but I was too stoked on my board slide to care. After a few songs (me sitting, soaked, on a bar stool) he called me up and I performed the song, trying hard to remember the lyrics and not to say the N word (I am white). I rapped it to the best of my ability while the bartenders and crowd looked on uncomfortably. I finished the song to a silence which was only broken when the only black dude in the bar broke out of the crowd and gave me a hug. I know this is a somewhat racist ending, but I felt validated in that moment.