It’s all about the boys today.

I don’t like to bike down the promenade sometimes because it’s littered with boys trying to perfect their skateboarding techniques and I never know when one of them is going to end up under my wheel. “Go to a skateboard park, punk!” I’ll snarl at them before checking to see if damages have been done to my bike. But then, I’m not so annoyed to ask them where they got their tie-dyed pants.