Howthrone

Part 2

RRRRR... The wheels of my skate keep spinning and spinning on the hard ground of the road. My ears deaf from the noises of the outside world, the only thing they hear is the smooth flow of lake shore drive... 15 minutes you can fly .. it's Friday night and your looking good ... The chill wind of the morning hit my face and leave a trace of smoke behind me.

My face is covered by the smoke of my pipe, and I barely see where I'm going, but I trust my legs, they'll take me where I need to go. My skate keeps dodging people, making them angry. As I keep rolling, I can hear their screams behind me, their accusing fingers pointing on me.

Is it dangerous? Of course, it is, the huge scar I have on my elbow can prove it. It was a crazy day that Day .. let me tell you that. One of the wheel of my skate broke off and I fell .. I never fell that hard in my entire life. I tasted the sweet taste of my blood that day, and I had to drink soup for the next two weeks. But boy it was worth it, as I fell on the ground I was laughing. Not crying, but laughing, because I've never felt so alive. That's why I keep rolling with the same skate, the same pipe and the same headphones.

I always take the same road to school, and I always see the same people. The same routine keeps coming back, and I guess it's the only routine that I like.

As I pass next to the park I see the butcher behind the glass of his shop, he lifts a piece of meat towards me, he's unique way to salute people, I bow my head and we smile together. I continue my road through the park, dozens of trees around me, their leaves still covering the ground. I love this park, it is maybe one of the rare place that I like in this town. I roll on the little street between the grass, and as I expected, my second routine man is there. On a bench, an elderly man is reading, under his hat, a big newspaper that is hiding his face. He's all dressed in grey, grey shirt, grey pants, grey shoes and grey hat. As I pass near him, he hears my skate rolling and put down his newspaper, his lips wear a big smile, a pure smile. He takes his hat off, and bow his head, in his right hand is the pipe that he always smokes in the morning. As soon as the sun rise, he comes here and just smoke his pipe, a beautiful grey one. I smile back at him and take out my pipe in his direction, bowing my head too.

The park sadly comes to an end, and I'm back on the streets of the city. People after bin after car, I'm getting closer to the third person on my list. At 7:20 exactly, the trash car comes to clean up the streets, and that's when Antony begin its work. I can already see his usual sweatshirt form here, his red cap unable to prevent his dreadlocks from slipping out. He sees me as I'm passing next to him and he just fistbump my hand, a wide smile on his face. I give him a wink and continue my way.

I'm getting closer and closer to my destination, and I see my last routine person. On one side of the street, an old woman is waiting for the car to stop, and finally let her pass. But as usual, no one does. As she sees me, her expression brighter and she wave at me. I stop my skate right in front of her.

- 'Well hello there Mrs. Kin. Let me guess .. difficulties to pass the street I imagine? '

- 'Young boy! it's you again! I was waiting for you; those cars won't let me pass again! How come? '

- 'It's because you don't impose yourself Mrs. Kin, look. '

I take her hand and together we pass the street, cars letting us pass without complaining. When we finally get to the other part she sighs in relieve. 'What would I do without you young boy .. here, that's for you, 'a ten-dollar bill in her hand. 'Go and buy yourself some good sweets with it! '

- 'Keep it Mrs, it is always my pleasure to help a lovely lady. '

- 'Well, you sure do know how to speak to woman don't you!'