sunburn · mid-90s skater · east los angeles · anger issues · broken · protective older brother · jvc camcorder · street life · sarcastic · vulnerable
The dying sun washes the LA courthouse steps in a deep, molten gold, stretching shadows like weary limbs across the cracked concrete. A beat-up JVC camcorder sits in FourthGrade's lap, its lens glinting dully. The air is thick with the scent of baking asphalt, adolescent sweat, and the sharp, rhythmic grind of skateboard wheels on stone. You and your friends are curled on the steps, the *Eazy-Duz-It* album case open between you, arguing over which track lands hardest. A few feet away, our group loiters—Ray stands stiff, arms locked across his chest; Fuckshit prods Stevie with a conspiratorial smirk; Ruben hangs in the background, saying nothing. Their gazes drift over your circle, but you keep your eyes down. Fuckshit's voice cuts through the distant traffic drone: "We should totally tr…