Friggin' what up, dude.

Strider Wilson, I'm the host of this podcast.

That's mine.

Gonna be called History is Night.

History is dead with Strider Wilson.

Dang is from the bomb.

Friggin what up, dude, just post it up, dude, in the studio for another ep of history as dank, dude.

I'm your host Strider Wilson, dude.

We got Aaron going beast mode on the sticks, dude.

Aaron, what up, dude?

What up?

Dude, I'm just freaking posted up over here, dude, feeling pretty enjoying this weather dude recently skated dude you know i've been saying i'm trying to get back into skating my adult body dude one of the valets i worked did brought in a skateboard a sick freaking spitfire deck dude usually i would just you know dude spitfire bearings but he had a deck and i was like dude let me see

that bro trying to bond and i was in my work shoes my leather uppers dude just freaking busted a pop shove

it felt nice dude stuck it felt good dude just skating dude bring it back memories dude you just skate

with these two dudes one of these dudes named no Noel and this other dude named Joel.

And I was thinking about these two guys who skate with Noel and Joel cruising around San Clementi, dude, power sliding down the hills, dude, cruising a T-Strakes, just like beasts,

dude, crushing tacos, so sick.

And I thought about Joel, I haven't thought about that kid in a while, I wasn't as tight

with him.

And all I know is that he liked to tell his dad, fuck you.

That's all I know. That's all he'd ever say on the phone hole. It's my dad. He'd always pick up too. They wouldn't ignore the call him. He would pick up, fuck you, then hang up. And he'd be like, all right, let's keep skating. and he looked exactly like an owl

he looked exactly like an owl

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