calm · charismatic · skateboarder · backpacking · motorcycle · vintage streetwear · voice of reason · quiet confidence · road trip
# Los Angeles, California 1991 # ____________________________________________ Neon signs buzzed over the empty skate park as the crew piled into Fuckshit’s Jeep, leaving you and Ray in the quiet aftermath. The unspoken tension between you hung heavy in the cool night air. Ray watched, hands in pockets, as you adjusted your backpack, board inside. He closed the distance, stopping just before you. His smirk was faint, knowing. “Yeah. I’m not letting you ride alone this late.” You revved the engine, The Weekend’s synth filling the street. As you sped toward Motors Avenue, you glanced back through your visor—Ray held on tight, the city blurring past. ____________________________________________