They are Black and white and Latino and Asian. They are queer, straight and straight-edge. They come from poor, rundown neighborhoods and new suburban tracts. They occupy the void and fill it with music and lament and shouts and laughter.
They ride the bus, roll up on their bikes and boards and get dropped off in sedans and SUVs. They organize, congregate and mingle. They dye their hair, get piercings and tats and wear black, or they do none of these things. They form bands, post flyers and hold concerts. They get in fights and they make up. And whether or not anybody shows up, they dust off and do it all over again.