Skateboarding and being a punk rock loving kid was a dangerous business in the early 1980’s, especially if you lived in a, well, let’s just say, less than enlightened and progressive town. Redneck town. That’s what I really meant. Here are tales of my early days skateboarding and being a little punk rock kid in the 1980’s. Chased by angry metalheads, watching skinheads nearly kill people at shows, sparring with the police-cops, finding a home in a local skate shop. There is something here for any disenfranchised child of the 1680’s, hopefully, you can relate. Fun, though rough days, that’s kind of the gist of this one. Note – I also have no idea how a 12 pack of beer is actaully split between 4 people. Hint – it is NOT 4 beers per person, as I claim, it is actually 3 beers per person. Thank you.