MY CREW (Short story)

  These were the guys I grew up with. The guys that bought me my first lap dance, borrowed and crashed my first bike, stole the girls I first loved...They drove with me (as I did with them) before we were old enough to drive. We shared the joy of eventually getting our licenses and legally driving through the beachside ghettos listening to the radio’s strettos. Together we lost those driving privileges, every last one of us, right down the line, all for one and one for all… We were kicked out of parks and residential neighborhoods for skating and breaking laws... DUI’S, warm, cold and hot, changing tides... Arrested for surfing during hurricanes, but we stood together. Together yet ever divided, segregated by the separate futures we would all come to have. Time was our only misfortune, but we weren't concerned. We continued to chase our ever-elusive dreams of becoming professional skateboarders, surfers, and reality TV stars...none of which happened by the way. As the years rolled on, we helped carry our parent’s coffins when they passed on. This was my crew...