The young girls at golden gardens were practicing their cursing; singing;
chanting: CONCENTRATION! 64! NO REPEATS... OR HESITATION! Sarah scolded me
for not wearing a bike helmet and I sang "Don't Show Me Your Ass" the whole
ride home, where we ate leftover beans and cheese and fell deeply asleep
at 8:30. The ringing phone (ours actually has a bell, not an electronic
birdwhistle) woke us up to the same thought: Where the hell am I?
Neither of us knew for sure--traveling makes you a stranger in your own
Later, after midnight, on my skateboard, another brush with death: I took
a steeper street than I'd intended and barreled through an intersection just
inches from getting crushed by a GMC truck. Got to
Josh's where illuminated
letters spelt: Life's magic is in taking risks.