( after spending most of the day drinking vodka through a straw (while also hanging upside down on the monkey bars), secretly taking sips of whiskey from the poker exhibit, and chugging two beers during lunch (of bbq pancakes and potato salad), howard is definitely well on his way to being three sheets to the wind. with a staggering jaunt, he moseys around the park, looking at the other skill booths and generally taking his time to return to his own skill booth. he passes by a line of booths — one teaching proper brushing techniques, another teaching flower arrangement, and one teaching... skateboarding? what the hell is skateboarding?
howard stops and, with a cockeyed look, studies the tiny plank of wood that the kid has in his hand. in a slightly slurred voice, he asks, ) I presume that's the skateboard I've heard so much about?
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howard stops and, with a cockeyed look, studies the tiny plank of wood that the kid has in his hand. in a slightly slurred voice, he asks, ) I presume that's the skateboard I've heard so much about?