We are not vandals. We are re-zoners . They drew lines on a map. We draw lines in the wet cement of their complacency.
We don't take the suburb. We become the suburb. The HOA thinks rules make a home. No. Wrong.
Ten teenagers stand in a semicircle. Goose masks. Hoodies. One holds a Bluetooth speaker playing a slowed-down version of "Closing Time." Skacat skates up, does a 180 kickturn, and salutes.