Staking past 24(th)

Market street, probably. Portra 400.

I wrote this in the spring when I was 24 (I’m 25 now).

I take my board to the 24th/Mission station and from the Embarcadero station to work. On the first leg of that commute, I’m this close to grabbing onto a car as it’s rolling down the street. But then I catch myself thinking two steps ahead to when the car stops and my inertia takes me either into the car itself or whatever the car stopped for. When the image of me hanging onto the back of the car returns (imagine: in sync with traffic, hair blowing in the wind, feeling infinite), I’m like wait. This might be worth it. And that’s what goes through my head every time I skate down 24th.

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Continue reading on Substack: https://stevenwrites.substack.com/p/skating-past-24th