But there are a trio of teenagers skateboarding in the parking lot, making use of the asphalt and the halogen lights. They’ve built themselves an obstacle course made out of scavenged construction materials, and they are all performing daredevil tricks, but they stop and stare as I ride up on my Segway, a longhaired, barefoot Sasquatch of a man—gaping at me as if I am some mythical creature descending into their midst, accompanied by a large, scarred, and muscular hound. “Greetings, mortals,” I say in a jokey voice, but they just look confused. They are maybe sixteen years old or so, lanky and
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