The other day we bumped into each other at the oval and peered deep into the stars together. I fell in love with a skater. You board with a parka and cruise like a champ. Do you remember when the time we lost our feet in the sand? I said I rode more goofy, but not when I wrote to thee. These words carve up the paper and your wheels shred the road. Love is my adrenaline, so let's talk this out and play some more. I am not bored with our journey and will not pass my fault. I accept that I’ve follied and unacceptably ollied on my “ass’s fault.” The other night I fell, like lyrics meteors we missed and those bruised hands that I kissed. We missed those stars and I still went too far, but I’m still falling so hard for my only true star, a girl with four wheels, a cute smile and sore wrists. Lets carve up all those hot summer street and stargaze at the cosmos when we’re done in that heat. —Henry Shredsworth Longboarder