1. We rolled up the West st. hill on to Main st. where a decent number of people had gathered in the center of town known as “Bum Square” or formerly “Bum Circle”. I was happy to see such a crowd but at the same time I knew, theres fuckin’ nothing to do in this town (this would’ve been the talk of the town for a few weeks). I noticed a slew of handmade signs people were waving and picked out the few who were able to get their hands on some authentic SHL gear. Once we parked I was escorted, for whatever reason, out in to the middle of the square and sat into a seat next to a podium. Just then I heard some obnoxious hooting and hollering with my name mixed in and noticed a big group of my friends from around the area. Good, at least I knew where to escape to once this whole ordeal was over. A man took to the podium and gave a speech I barely paid attention to, I was too busy scanning the crowd for various people that I knew. When he was finished he called me up to the podium... fuck. I had no idea what to say to these people. So I made some shit up and finished it up with a nice, enthusiastic “GO RAGE!”. It seemed to work just fine as everyone was ecstatic in the end.

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