oh, 92 or 93 and my trunk is raw, 2 kids a yr younger than me in school but been skating since the 80s are eyeballing my kit.
i've got 2nd hand turquoise and yellow airwalks that are judging by their scowls, dated. they look at the top of my double kick board and instead of admiring the simplicity of my bridgebolts, they go 'oh, those are new' to intimate that they're so last yr.
they said 'oh, that's new' about a few things i owned and made me feel awful.
flash forward and i seen one of the kids struggling to skate flat on a basketball court. i tells the girl i'm w/ 'hey, stop the car. that's jay riggieri. he usedta heckle the shit outta me in 9th grade'.
my friend in the bakcseat is scared. 'b-b-but we got snacks. if we were gonna do something we should've done it before we got snacks.'
i goes 'if you don't get outta the car and style on this motherfucker w/ me, i swear to god, when i'm done w/ him i'm going after you!'
so we got out the car and dude was beefing w/ 360 flips so i'm like 'oh, can i help you w/ that?'
boom, roasted.
then i added insult to injury w/ a nollie flip, got back in the car and went away.
nowadays kids do my tricks all the time for my previous bad karma.