Close Encounters of the Third Kind
Tuesday, July 31st, 2007The skateboard pulls up to me as if it were a dented Mustang, and out climbs a blonde.
“Hey,” he sniffs, “Got a cigarette?”
“Never,” I answer, and he nods.
“That’s okay. I just wanted an excuse to talk.”
I keep walking. He steps off his board. Without it we stand the same height, but […]