There was this really big hill at our college. One day I had the idea of both of us trying to go down the hill together. So we sat on our skateboards, facing each other, and locked our legs. Everything started out good, but something was slowly going terribly wrong. Scott had bigger skateboard wheels than me, so he was rolling faster, which made us pull to the right. At the bottom of the hill was a large roll-off dumpster. About ten feet before we were going hit he dumpster I decided to break away from Scott. I manage to avoid the dumpster, but Scott was not able to dodge it and hit it straight on. Scott told me everything "faded to black." I felt bad for Scott on this one.
During my senior year at college we decided to build a skateboard ramp in our dorm room. We even had permission from our resident director. The skate ramp provided a great break from our rigorous studying.
During final's week Scott and I invited a new game called Ballistic Ball. We would empty two cans of racquet balls on the floor and blast our boom box. The object was to see how many welts you could inflict on your opponent. You couldn't throw a racquet ball directly at your opponent, instead, you had to bounce it off a wall, the ceiling, or the floor. After about thirty minutes we would stop and count our welts. Whoever had the most welts was deemed the loser. This was probably the greatest game I have ever played.
