The skate park isn’t really a place for “hanging out”, or “enjoyment”. It’s a battlezone of hipster skater kids trying to prove to each other that they’re the raddest one around. You’ve usually been able to avoid those kinds of circles. You try to stay out of everyone’s way, and when it’s too busy, you sit back and play on your console instead.

But there’s a dude you seem to always end up on the same ramp with, who has the most grating voice, with a lisp that makes you think he was predestined by the universe to be a gamer and a taunting piece of shit as well.

And that same unmistakably annoying voice stabs your ears now as a scrawny dude skates past you on the ramp, yelling about a new kick or something. You see each other’s signs and the mutual recognition makes him turn and head towards you. “twinsArmageddon?” You ask, taking your eyes away from the console for a second. “You know it, virgin. What are you playing, Candy Crush?” He snickers, looking at your screen.