It’s the summer.
Hold the bummers.
Que sing alongs to American Football.
Taking shirts off to impress the ladies.
Shredding skate parks in our childhood towns.
Play in basements.
The cops shut ‘em down.
But that’s ok everyone left when I started anyway.
Bro downs know no bounds.
Honestly, there’s no where else I’d rather be.
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