He was beautiful and he knew it. His shoes were patent leather and lace less. He had never ridden for a whack sponsor, not even once. He skated across the SLS Super Crown Mega Park course without a care in the world, seemingly oblivious to the booming roar of applause his visage sparked from the crowd of post-pubescent children waiting on his every move. His hair was perfect in a kind of imperfect way that said ‘I just woke up like this, crazy right?’ His Mindfield part was actually pretty good upon revisit. No, really. His cock was perfect.