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I'm sensitive.

Y'all know where that girl New New

go to school at?

Seem like she only be around

when we be kicking it.

- She ghetto, man.

- Yeah, boy, just how I like them.

You better lean back, shorty.

You know she Rashad's girl.

- Rashad.

- Now, how you figure that?

- Come on, man.

- Come on, man.

Shut up, you know you like her too.

I don't even be talking to that girl.

So why you just wave at her?

Shut up, man.

He put you out there, homeboy.

We were all at the same place

in our lives...

...trying to figure out what's next.

The one thing I did know:

These were my friends.

I could trust them.

And Sunday night, we got loose.

- That's right.

- Let's go and do the damn thing, man.

- Let's do it.

- Big old head.

Let's go.

Sunday night at Cascade.

Fine Georgia peaches and wet paint.

It was a beautiful place to be.

I'm gonna knock him out next time.

We'd been coming to Cascade

since we were kids.

What's up, man?

I had my first fistfight here,

and my first kiss.

We knew everybody...

...from the security guards

to the hottest shorties.

Rashad. Rashad!

- I know you heard me.

- Don't he know chocolate melt in the heat?

- I'm glad somebody recognize.

- Don't try to get no feel, neither.

Girl, I got grandkids older than you.

Cascade's is a rite of passage

to every kid in the A...

...but for us, it was something more.

All right, everybody,

let's get it on the floor.

Y'all looking a little rusty tonight.

Y'all better be practicing out there.

There's something wrong

with these wheels.

Ain't nothing wrong with these wheels.

You can't skate.

Inside here,

it's like all our problems don't exist.

It's the only place where

we all felt like we could be free.

Man, it's crazy out here tonight.

Oh, yeah, y'all, here we go again.

Cascade's on a Sunday night.

If you can't skate,

get your ass off the floor.

If you got skills,

then, shorty, you got to prove it.

School sucks, rent past due,

your girl left you.

On Sunday night,

don't none of that matter.

...you could be

whoever you wanted to be here.

Can't take black folks nowhere.

Man, get off the floor.

Get off the floor.

Handle that, Mr. Referee.

Hello? Hello?

- Who was that?

- I don't know. They keep hanging up.

Star-69 them.

Excuse me, I am not a ho.

There's all kinds of characters here.

You got the Cool Cats and they crew.

You got the Fly Girls.

And the D-boys is in here too.

Somebody always dying from their clique.

But nobody matters like the skate crew.

And we were the Ones.

This year, we was taking Skate Wars.

Let's go, man.

Even when the rink was crunk

on Sunday night...

...sometimes I felt like

I was out there all by myself.

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