"Come on Blake! Don't be a pussy!" Corbin yelled. In his mind Blake had already landed the trick. He put the
board down and pushed. As he was nearing the rail he put his backfoot farther back and choked up on the board with his front foot. He could hear his friend yelling encouraging chants in the background. He popped the board and it flew in the air. It flipped twice and hit the rail just as his feet landed on the board. He almost lost his balance but managed to keep control as the board slid on the circular rail. As his board neared the end of the rail he turned it forward and rode away. Corbin came up behind him and tackled him screaming "OHHHHH!!! That was dope as fuck!" Blake let out a barely audible laugh as he thought of the next trick to try. Just as he was about to go down the ramp his brother pulled in the parking lot in his silver, Iroc Z28. "Blake!" Josh shouted. "Get in the car, grandma wants us home for dinner." Blake high fived Corbin and rode down the sidewalk leading to the parking lot. He stuffed his board in the trunk and hopped up into the front seat. His brother was smoking a cigarette and offered Blake one. "Don't mind if I do." Blake said to his older brother. Josh handed him the cigarette and his lighter. Blake lit the cigarette up and inhaled the smoke. He held it in for a second letting the nicotine spread out into all the cracks and crevices in his body.
As they pulled in the driveway of their quaint little home Blake put out his cigarette. "Grandma! We're home!" Josh yelled as they walked in the door.,
