Last year I pre-gamed for the West Indian Day Parade by checking out a J’ouvert party at 3 AM the night before. Everyone had warned us about gunfire, stabbings, and gigantic asses at the festival, but we decided to go anyway. Luck was on our side because at the exact moment we arrived on Eastern Parkway, we ran into Andy and Aaron, two young skaters that knew their way around J'ouvert (a contraction of the French jour ouvert or day break). We followed them all around town, on a magical night of daggering, nutcrackers, and body-painting.
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