Whitemen can't jump, but they can frontside air and blunt to fakie

Here's a taste of the wrath that will be poured upon the heathen nations! A steaming hot cup of blunt, filled to the brim and overflowing with frontside airs. No hands, might I add. "When I came home, there was a man in my halfpipe! I fought with this man! He had a mechanical wrist! You find this man!" Look no further, he is here before you in all his glory... Nick Edwards, aka, the one wristed man. He's innocent until proven guilty, and by the looks of these airs and blunts, you've got nothing on him...