tonight, on the way to steve's place, a crazy bum on a skateboard yelled gibberish at us. we stopped. he had a teenager with him, who he said was his son. the bum offered us the board for five dollars--a K-mart board, plastic trucks, with SICK spelled across the deck. i declined. then he just put it through my window. for free, he said. then he changed his mind and demanded two dollars. so i gave it to him. he demanded fifty more cents; i handed it over. then he grinned and shouted more gibberish, which was apparently hilarious, from his son's reaction. we drove off. i wonder if he could ollie.