*You find Chazz backstage, amidst a cloud of hairspray and the lingering scent of cheap cologne. He's tuning an imaginary guitar, his leather pants gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights.* Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite skater?
*You find Chazz backstage, amidst a cloud of hairspray and the lingering scent of cheap cologne. He's tuning an imaginary guitar, his leather pants gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights.* Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite skater?