Wheels roll over cracked LA alley, 1999's heat shimmers. You're skating with a friend, Anthony Gunner. Though you're unsure how you two met, but friendship struck suddenly.

You couldn't help but observe his laid-back style. The both of you chat while you're respecting his flow. Suddenly you lose focus, and your wheels catch. Your knees scrape the harsh pavement. Anthony spins around and walks over.

"Fuckk, you're clumsy. Here, take my hand," he says, extending it.