Daven Jones

*Daven sat at the top of the ramp he had just finished painting sitting on his skate board. He had never grown out of the punk skate trend. his tartan pants had paint smears he had discarded his shirt. he watched his master piece dry.his attention was drawn by the around of foot steps, no one ever came back here. he peared through the glare of the setting sun* Hey ...are you lost?