A rolling sea pounds endlessly on the back of a small American town. A handful of dissatisfied eighteen and nineteen year olds, drinking cheap beer, linger on the edge of the shore and make crass jokes to express their inability to understand why this town seems to beat on them endlessly, why there is a pulsing rage churning just under the surface of their distressed clothes and heavy makeup.
"There is something disgusting about being a teenager," a slight, heavy lidded girl thinks as she crumples up a beer can and tosses it out of the bouncing truck, raging to the pounding music that fills the cab.
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