Surfing is groms in trashcans.
Moshpit fights, blackouts, no-hope pull-ins, nitrous balloons, vacuumed Mexi weed, sand-bottomed beatings, the weird old hangers-on with their hair on fire, going bigger than your friends, underage girls sitting on the laps of old men who admittedly need therapy.
Surfing is making the wrong decisions for the right reasons and getting rewarded for it.
Put in the disc. Press play. Consider this a reminder.