Good Days

You make funny faces at me to make me laugh when we wake up in the morning. I like how your skin smells.

We ride and go crazy fast-- so fast I just pray that I don't catch and edge and fall, because my bones would probably break. We smoke and we get crazy high, outer-space high.

I like the way you kiss me and I like the way you rip backside 360's off the rollers under Chair 26.

I'm working on my goggle tan, but it's not nearly as good as yours is. People around town have started to recognize me by my brother's rasta sunglasses.