I’ve dragged my buddy Jase onto the overpass for a Friday night skate, but it’s probably not the best idea. Even the starry sky weighs heavy as we dodge cars.
As I stare over the guardrail into the dirt below, Jase whines, “Guy, dude, this place is like a speedway death trap. The Skatey P’s more fun, and everyone'll be there. Let’s dip.”
I’ve no interest in the park’s new light installation or all those suit-and-tie city officials congratulating themselves for ruining one of the darkest hangouts in town. If only the stars shined a little brighter. Broken street lamps here mean we can hide, doing whatever we want.
“In a minute.” My hands grip the cold rail as I roll my board. My heart thumps like the Little Drummer Boy…pa rum pum pum pum. Only mine’s out of tune. Every year’s the same. Nothing changes. They’re still gone. Still disappointed in me.
At least I’d be.
Jase sets a hand on my shoulder, not giving up easily. “It might not be so bad.”
Balancing my board on the curb, the cool November night licks my cheek. “Stupid lights, what’s the point? So we can see everyone’s ugly faces.” I razz my buddy, skating a fine line between sarcasm and apathy.
“Don’t be such a drag.” He spins nineties around me.
Maybe that line isn’t as fine as I think. Maybe it’s one line.
“Come on, this road's like an autobahn." He studies the late night parade of headlights. He knows why we came up here tonight. Well, part of why.
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