I used to want to grow up to be just like my pops but some of this shit has lost its luster. There’s gotta be more than this. We spent the day riding our boards in the Pacific, which is standard. If we’re not riding on the water, we’re riding in the streets. If you can’t find us there, we’re hanging at my uncle, Emilio’s, tattoo shop where Santos is also carving. If the sun’s down we’re chilling with the guys, getting drunk and high. This is all I’ve ever wanted but now that I have it I can’t help but want more. I don’t know what the hell that more is but I feel restless all the time now. I’m lounging in the back yard, a beer in my hand, watching Gabriel beat box over Spoonie G and the Treacherous Three. Santos breaks out his b-boy moves and a circle jerk is forming. I laugh as I take in the show. I should be in the mix but I’m just not feeling it. Cece, a girl from the neighborhood that I used to mess around with on a regular basis when I was a kid, comes over and takes an uninvited seat on my lap.
What do You think about Part Of Me (Jessa & Paxton #1)?
