Hey, if that’s the “Asian Tony” I know from the good ‘ol days…well, then that makes me the only white boy to have thrown a hammer at him and survived. You see, back in our youth Tony lived across the street from this girl who let us build a nice “big” mini-ramp in her back yard. 16 ft wide, 4 ft tall, with a soothing 8ft transitions. Tony basically assumed the role as “unofficial supervisor” for this little project. Being on house arrest, he could only leave his home for brief moments in between drum solos. He wold come by and see how things were progressing, tell us we were doing it all wrong, and then disappear. Well, no sooner had the first layer of plywood gone down on the flat bottom and trannies (no deck mind you) and we hear someone drop in! I pop up from doing some final touches to some transition re-enforcement, see Tony kick turning on the opposite side, and furiously chucked my hammer at him, skimming along the flat bottom like a side winder honing in on his trucks. Direct hit! Asian Tony was halted, harsh words were exchanged, and was dutifully escorted from the premises.
So yeah. I’ve messed with Tony. He’s one to have on you side for sure.

Drap.

Check those boxes. I hid some shit in there.

yeah. all I’ve got to say is: Those cocksuckers had better not trade Mientkiewicz!