I totally saw a dude Skitchin’ down Broadway this morning. A true-life skitcher. In the flesh. I’ve never seen that before. It made me so happy, I almost started crying. (I didn’t.) Instead, I just gasped like a woman and pointed, like he was a majestic bird or something. A majestic bird who was clinging onto the bumper of a moving vehicle and wearing rollerblades.

The skitchin’ sighting looked like this:

Only the dude was black and not wearing a purple cape. He was wearing a tie though, which leads me to believe he was skitchin’ to work.

The only downside to skitchin’ to work: racial profiling.

Fuckin’ cops. When will they learn?

Skitchin’

Skitchin’

SKI-tchin’

DOUBLE SKITCHIN’!!!!

SHADE.