The only real memory of skateboarding I have is the night I wandered away from a hotel room in Phoenix and found a skate park. There must have been over a hundred kids there. The air was hot and dry and everything was lit super-dramatically by those big lighting towers they have in baseball parks. Girls with really nice legs let them hang off of stone platforms. They had really white teeth. My mom came and found me sitting on a bench with my face in my hands watching it, and then she yelled at me for going off on my own. I felt ashamed.
Sometimes I think I'm never going to understand the world because I never learned to skateboard.
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