concrete summers

a small red light in a dark car	we lived entire summers after midnight	You left me, a 36,000 lb truck fish-tailing in the mud. This is not heartbreak. This is better.	Skate or Die
the last time I clobbered a human soul it was over a red-nosed girl and a schoolbook in County Derry	Monster Truck Rally Announcer guy who comes over and eats all your food	when the story is a bicycle you grip it tight and fly	The dog days of summer
wheel bite	skateboarding	Skate Kitchen	tar snake
In the city, silence is no longer silence but the memory of a noise	I know them by the trucks they drive, the names they call each other, the tattoos on hot, shirtless days, the music they blast after lunch, to get through the rest of the day.	the accidental beauty of the industrial district	You make yourself lonely even though you don't have to
brilliant simplicity of translucent roofs on delivery trucks, the	The terrible beauty of an industrial landscape at dawn	Speed wobble	loose trucks
Cars and Trucks and Things that Go	This One Summer	Taking advantage of her good nature	The summer after high school