I always forgot how entertaining gas stations in the country can be, until I find myself inside them. Awesome slogan beer mugs, 78 cent swim goggles, confederate roster, and a 1996 Atlanta Olympic wall ornament, which Connor had to have. He even tried to talk them down in price by telling them “It is twleve years old,” but that didn’t really work out to well. After we got to Charleston John D, who owns The Park, was just opening up so we decided to skate around for a little bit.

The next day we showed up at the park around 11:30, just in time to see Kent pulling into the parking lot with Chris Berry in the car. The contest was supposed to start at 3 o’clock but for some reason didn’t start until 6 o’clock. Image how everybody’s bodies feel after skating for 5 hours before having to take your run. Worn out. Sturgil Horn hardflipped his way start into a heat stroke. In the middle of Kent’s run they told him to stop skating, “You made the finals,” and that is a first for me. Even after being there for so long Scotty took his buzz all the way to first place and a thousand dollars richer.

I am not sure if anybody else feels like me, but Hooters Girls have the worst outfits. They are not the least bit attractive. Regardless of that we still end up there after the contest was over. Probably because it was the only place still open that wasn’t fast food. The Girls gave Scotty their birthday tradition by putting fakie boobs in his shirt. Only thinking it was thanks to Chris and Bob.