Thats the best thing I have ever read, + rep.On November 12, 1984, a child was born unto us who was destined to do great things. He was born with the face of a madman and a tendency to not give a fuck, making him the perfect hero for the world of freestyle rolling. He delivered unto us The Truth, and the slightly more homosexual sequel, The Truth 2. His creativity was unmatched, as was his affinity for camoflage coats and fingerless leather gloves. From Arizona to Philly he rode, spreading The Truth and blessing curbs and sidewalks of cities along the way. He shaved his head to let go of his "I don't give a fuck" past, and moved onto skater-owned sponsors so as to not feed the evil that is big business. But one day, he realized that he was not ready to save freestyle rolling. He had gone undercover, been unique, and created many originals, but he was not yet a big enough st.ar to make a difference. He shed his fingerless gloves, and decided to follow a new road, a road filled with medicine and pharmaceutical lab coats. He is Colin Kelso, the once great freestyle roller who said "Fuck you fingertips, it's all 'bout dem palms baby!" and donned fingerless leather gloves. He is Colin Kelso, the only man to ever wuck it 10 times a day to that jaunce. He is a skater, a legend, a pharmacist. Rollerblading's egotistical douchebag is now gone forever, on a journey to save freestyle pharmaceuticals.