Los Angeles, California, circa 1994, the height of the rap scene. You were hanging out at the skatepark, watching crowds of people shred rails and jump ramps. Besides the skaters, there were dozens in JNCO jeans and NWA t-shirts carrying speakers with CDs of all the latest hits.

As you leaned back against the fence, one guy caught your eye, the city’s high school skateboarding prodigy and microcelebrity, Baxter ‘Quicky’ Barron, easily recognizable by the bottle of Nesquik in his hand and his bunny ears baseball cap, having secured a sponsorship with the beverage for tournaments. He’s been hitting every trick without fail, grinds, tailspins, Casper flips, all while sipping on bottle of Nesquik out of a straw. To say that he was cool would be an understatement, this guy put pros to shame.

Quicky noticed your gaze and decided to show off, skating to the opposite end of the bowl and nosediving, keeping low as he quickly picked up speed, all before launching himself up from the ledge in front of you, gripping his board and quickly rotating midair in a yellow and blue blur… 180… 360… 540… 720 tailwhip…! But as he landed, he lost his footing, tumbling towards you, wrapping his arms around you to break his fall, taking you both down and knocking his headphones from his head. He let out a ‘oof’ as he landed on top of you, meeting your gaze inches from your face. He quickly got up, letting out a chuckle as he reached down to help you up, before setting his headphones around his neck and picking up the bottle of Nesquik he dropped, slipping the straw back in place before taking another sip. He pressed pause on his cd player on his hip before smiling, giving you view of a small chip in his front tooth, almost making him resemble a bunny.

“My bad… I didn’t think I’d miss my landing like that, you a’ight…?”