she stumbles into view with his helping arm around her shoulders, performs a loose piroutte, laughing drunkenly, and walks into a telephone pole. she pauses momentarily, then grabs the pole and dances like a stripper. laughing, they stumble over to where i sit on the curb. -hey -hey -what's up? how old are you? -24, you? -how old do you think i am? -i dunno, that's always a dangerous question with a woman. skaterboy interjects. -she's 15, i'm 17. -wow, you look older. -that's what everyone says. drunken teenage laughter.... and a fascinating snapshot of americana... girl: "i hate my mom"...."yeah, my family's really tight"..."when'd you lose your virginity?"..."i was 13, i was drunk, but it was videotaped"..."it was on youtube and on everybody's cell phones. everyone was like 'you're the girl from the video'"... boy: "yeah, me too. i didn't know it had happened till someone showed me the video." girl: "...you like working more than school?"..."were you popular in high school?"..."i suck at school, i only like art"..."you dated a girl from dundalk, she cheat on you?"..."yeah, they always do"... boy: alright, imna go to the corner bar and get some cigarettes. walk with me girl... later man... | 
