Taco bell was the spot (and for “the spot” to be effective you have to read it out loud with emphasis as if it were double italicized). All the skaters and homies would go there after school and hang out till about 5 or until Officer Fitz would show up and kick out all of the middle school vagrants.
I was one of the vagrants… or at least, an aspiring one. I learned to skate and wore the huge Blind jeans with a Plan B hoodie. I remember telling a friend that I wanted to be just like Sammy Z and the Huff brothers when I grew up.
You see, I was in 7th grade and they were in 8th. They were cool. They were authentic. They smoked.
I had the attitude down. I was quite the trouble maker at school, making headlines at least once a week, but smoking was the one thing that kept me from the true other side.
So I started.
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