• As I stood at one side of the skate park with my back facing the green-tented fence that bordered the area, I watched the other skaters; my board leaned against my leg. The resonance of metal-to-metal contact of skateboard trucks sliding on flat rails, boards flicked quickly that spun from the thrust of the foot’s sudden motion along the griptape, and the impact of boards being swiftly ridden up quarter pipes filled the atmosphere.
    The experience of witnessing one of the skaters’ remarkable achievements in how he rapidly maneuvered the skateboard with ease and precision. Not once did he prove the slightest sign of collapsing from the board, even when he took the hairpin turns.
    He Inward HF and glided along the grind rails for a Smithy with the stability of a trapeze artist, having lightning-sense accuracy. As he took off with cheetah-fast velocity, he headed to a quarter pipe, shot up with a Japan Air and soared into the air, like a majestic eagle, stretching his claws out to grab the board in midair, paralleled his body to the ramp, and landed with no difficulty.
    I was amazed and at the same time jealous of how easily he executed this stunt. Which, from what it sounded like, I wasn’t the only one fascinated with his incredible performance. There was others watching him and gave him recognition for the amazing show. Within minutes, the space became filled with a roar of applauding from most of the people who saw it within the park.
    After a while, the cheering had died down and some of the others went back to skating. After a while it seemed that people were starting to leave the park and without realizing it, for the fact that I was doing my own moves at the moment, lunchtime had come. I started to feel a bit hungry, but not enough to really notice. Then it kind of dawned on me what time it really was. Because the sweet, illuminating fragrance of steaks, the vicious aroma of burgers, and the drop-dead essence of killer mouthwatering footlong hotdogs was starting to overwhelm the air with the decapitating atmosphere with the scent food, glorious food. This just about made my stomach override my brain and forcefully make me go on a rampaging feast.
    So I just about had it and power walked that almost broke into long strides to my car, forgetting the skateboard. I opened the trunk to be cheerfully introduced to my destiny (which didn’t include a girl, though sometimes I’d wish it were). It was an immense, gorgeous feast that I prepared myself for the exact emergency that was happening at that very second and could not wait.
    When I finally had my extensive meal out of the trunk that took up a good fourth of it and closed it, I sat down at a convenient picnic area and starting sorting my food. What I had was a big container of oh-so-lovely, almost freshly made, angus beef triple cheeseburger, a good-sized portion of macaroni n’ cheese, some buttered mashed taters with gravy, a arctic-shelf-cold two-liter bottle of Vault™, and to end the fabulous gourmet meal, four monstrous cookies with some cookies n’ crème and chocolate chip cookie dough ice crème. When I even glanced at it, I got so hungry that I had to massacre the whole dang lunch on the spot with no hesitation.
    Once I finally finished moping my entire body off of what looked like half of the lunch, I felt so full that even when I budged, my entire body got reluctant with me and I couldn’t force myself to move off from the bench seat. Fine then, I told myself and I just sat there.