Almost overnight, my Latino skaters disappeared last year.
We don’t talk. We nod. We hit boards on the ground to celebrate. We motivate ourselves by taking turns one after another. Committing to that trick even more.
All of them usually wearing all-black skate costumes. Gone.
I am still looking forward to skate with them. I still have lingering hope. But it’s been a whole year and the odds are not great by now.
I don’t know where this is going. The plunder is real.