It's July 5th and it's getting into the 90's in Southern California.
The heat is driving the kids out into the streets.
It's the beginning of the month, so everyones shit is still out in the street from when they had to move out on the first of the month. Boxes full of clothes, most of them scattered, kitchen chairs and empty entertainment stands line the sidewalk. They're all just banged up enough for nobody to want them.
Oh, yes, all the good stuff has already been taken. Even the busted lamps.
Pizza boxes with half eaten pizzas are smashed into the street and make for a good obstacle for skaters to kick flip over.
Scores of un-talented skaters sit on the cars and watch the good ones kick flip and hang ten down the street.
A car comes by and honks.
Everyone laughs and some other kids yell slurs.
It's 11:00 out. and the temperature has maybe gone down into the 80's. There is a hum through the neighborhood of all the Air Conditioning units running at full steam. The heat still rises off the pavement. Block after block of 2 story buildings' wilt and waver in the mirage cast off the street.
The moon is but a sliver.
Somebody has found a forgotten firework from last night and lights it up.
Whizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz POW!
The crowds of kids and older folks pushed outside by the price of Air conditioning are enjoying the show. They hoot and holler and a few skaters chit chatting with the girls take to the street to kick flip and ride with their toes on the nose.
The street slants downhill and so it's easy to hang ten, but somebodies been drinking or smoking and they fall into a parked car.
The crowd goes wild! Somebody has turned on music in one of their cars and the tunes float through the air. It's Ranchero music.