Tonight I went skating with my friend Chris. I met Chris my senior year in college. He was a freshman, and was skating around campus, and he met me and my friend Mike as we were out riding. That was 30 years ago.
Tonight we went to a Methodist church near his house, where he’d discovered some nice, low, round, painted curbs. We spent an hour making them more Holy. Afterward we sat on the curb and talked, as we’ve done many times before.
Skateboarding is still the beautiful curse.