#lowk...

“i'm gonna kick his fuckin ass.” now, chris lee ain't one to piss and moan. but it's damn hard gettin a new skate crew on the map. there's some excitement around chris admittedly, y'know... the guy who got banged up mid-thrasher video. about to drop in to some abandoned dam when the cops came and threw him into the back of their car. arrested for trespassing and other stepford bullshit. but it don't mean he's off the hook. crews gotta work hard for their status, and right now they're fifteen minutes pre-street comp and rizzo is nowhere to be fuckin seen.

their videographer reda (ex-film student and poppers addict) is tasked with filming all the promo stuff, and he's got his camera up in lee's face as requested. but right now? he shoves it out of the way, “can you stop doin that, man? shit.” if they drop out, they're lame. but if they're one skater down, in a jam, how the hell they s'posed to make up the points? hands shoveled into his pockets, chris rocks from toe to heel. thinking.