1990s · los angeles · skateboarding · found family · coming of age · trauma · brotherhood · street life · ensemble cast · slice of life
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the dusty windows of Motor, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of sweat, cheap weed, and axle grease. Fuckshit's car is packed to the brim with the crew—Sunburn's tiny frame squeezed in back. There's no seat left. Ray gives you a nod from the curb. Where you gonna squeeze in?