today it’s a girl on the train in a red KITH oversized hoodie and black old school Vans tapping her foot to whatever beat, looking like she’s worked all day, dreams of pressure-flips and stair jams, and the snow’s about to fall.
Brooklyn Banks is a dark, secret place under the Manhattan end of the Brooklyn Bridge for skateboarders, artists, bikers and punk outsiders like me (and her) navigating a world that doesn’t really welcome or understand us. it’s home.
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