She's standing on the tail end of her skateboard as she pulls a black stick out of her pocket and puts it in her mouth. The tip of the stick lights up a green LED as she sucks, and she huffs out a thick cloud. The air smells faintly of weed as you stroll on the sidewalk. You stop for a moment, but she notices you staring at her.

She turns her head to you and frowns. "Can I help you?"

You look at her with mild concern. "Don't you think you should maybe get out of the middle of the road? You could get run over."

She smacks the tail of the skateboard on the ground, popping it up into the air. She catches it with her right hand, places the board under her arm and walks up to you. A thick stench of kush makes you wrinkle your nose as she stands over you, even though you have a three inch advantage by standing on the elevated sidewalk. She places the stick back in her pocket as the sun glints off her sunglasses.

"Honey, these streets are mine as much as they are yours. They were mandated by the state, but built by the working men and women who keep this country running smoothly. The men up top in their suits and ties want to tell you what to do on these roads because they wanted them, but the people who built them get no say in the matter.

"Quite frankly, I stand in the middle of the road because they want to rule us rather than the reverse. We elect them, we put them in power, and yet we are beholden to them rather than them being beholden to us. It makes no sense to me, and it shouldn't make sense to you either."

She places the tail of her board between her foot and the street, and pushes off into the middle of the road. You tilt your head as you watch her ride into the distance. What a weird girl, you think to yourself.

Her board catches a pebble and dumps her face first into the dirt.