The search for Darth Knuggs.
One of the most overlooked things in life, next to pivot bushings, is a single minute in the day. For instance, most appointments are scheduled on the hour or half hour. You never say, “I have to be at work at 7:02 p.m.” or “I’m going skating at 2:13 a.m.” But people check out of hotels at 11:00 a.m. and FedEX packages are promised arrived at 10:30 a.m. What I’m getting at is that this subject’s really deep, and with it you could possibly figure out how to time travel, or even better yet, figure out a way that I won’t be late every time I meet Heath. But we’re not going to do that.
What we’re going to talk about is what happened at 4:20 in the p.m. on every day of a ten-day skate mission of the Dirty South. It started with Jon Holland, Ty Evans, and I on a flight from LAX to Tampa, Florida with Jon Lovitz. In Tampa, we picked up a clique that consisted of Mike Carroll, Rick Howard, Brian Anderson, Marc Johnson, Chany Jeanguenin, Chris Lambert, and Brad Staba, accompanied by some cameo appearances from the likes of Jeff Lenoce, Steve Young, Black Rob, and Darth Knuggs.
Traveling via van we went to Tampa, Miami, Atlanta, and Birmingham, documenting 4:20 p.m., and along the way tried to find Darth Knuggs and any smooth ground to roll our wheels on. At 4:20 p.m. we were either fighting maids at the hotel because they disturbed our sleep¿every night we were out filming until 5:00 a.m.¿or eating the first meal of the day, since we’d just woken up because we were out filming until and getting arrested for skating until 5:00 a.m.
Almost every time I checked my watch at 4:20, we were pretty much doing something other than skating. I’m not sure why, but that’s how it went down. Over the next few pages, you’ll find what went down on our scenic tour through the Dirty South and also what happened at 4:20. It might not be the funniest or even most interesting moments, but it’s what happened at 4:20 p.m.