One time when I was 15yo my Mum had to leave town for some reason, so I went and stayed with the lead guitarist from my band. He lived in this tiny little town an hours drive from my already small town. There was a general store, a cafe, and a school on one side of the road, a church and a hospice shop on the other side. The hospice shop was a big old house, and each room was filled with clothes, one room for menswear, one for women's, one for kids etc. And it was stupid cheap, like fill a bag for $1 or something.
Birdhouse - The End had come out recently and we were hyped on the Kirchart and Klein section skating in suits so we bought suits and skated in them at the school. The fabric was really light compared to my giant carpenter pants and I felt like i could suddenly pop so much higher. I remember doing the most perfect Kirchart-esque lipslide off a kicker across the roof of a burning toolshed.