Ellis Jones

But my parents' rule was don't go to Clearwater Beach.

we're running late to get home.

We got a curfew, right?

And so we're trying to make it down to the other end of the beach by the Sankey bridge to get the bus to go home.

And so we're riding our skateboards, holding onto a car.

It's called skitching.

And my brother and our friend bird, that's his nickname.

They're on the back of the car holding onto the wheel wells.

That's where you're supposed to do it.

It's the safest place, but there's no room for me.

So I'm on the side of the car holding onto the door handle.

Well, we go to a red light.

This guy, the old man doesn't see us this whole time.

We're riding down Clearwater beach.

The old man doesn't see us.

We stop at a red light.

He starts to go again.

I pull on the door handle because I'm starting to fall back off my skateboard and the door opens up.

And I look in the door in the car and the old man looks back at me with like the most terrified look on his face.

And he pulls over and gets out of his car and he's so kerfuffled.