It was a Friday evening, and I was spending it like I had many times before, skateboarding with my friends at one of the local spots. I had just finished up a session and was watching my best friend, Bo, put together a solid run. Vick, another friend, walked up to us, saying, "That was a good run, man." "Thanks," I replied as I lit up a cigarette. After some small talk, I asked Vick what he had planned for later. "We're h...