I dreamed I was in a beach town and had rediscovered the skateboard. It was just a cheesy banana board, but I could do some cool downhill stuff with it on the narrow trails that went through the iceplants on steep hillside. The line from the song, "He was a skater boy, I said see you later, boy" kept playing over and over in my head as I went zipping along.
I was in the process of resurrecting a dead fad, getting some of my former third and fourth grade classmates interested, since I made it look so fun. One of the dads was also getting in on the action, although he seemed a bit hurt by my constant singing of the little ditty. He was still fresh off a divorce and for some reason that song cut him.
Sorry, Daddy-O, it was stuck in my head. Now I gotta go find it and get it Roto-rooted outta there.
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