1989, i was so fucking frustrated with this piece of shit game i actually took a day off from school just to figure out how to work the controls. i eventually mastered the game only to realize how much fun it is to skate for real on the streets of Chicago, but by then it was already dark and my skater friends were already back home. Probably playing mike Tyson's punch out.
This man is cool because of his mohawk. Alas the collective Nintendo/nickelodeon/mtv impersonation of coolness and individuality.
i still think the purpose of this game was to discourage kids from skating
my only shining moment of glory that year, math finals could wait.
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