PJ took off his shoulder and knee pads in a sweat. Maybe it was time to put this whole skateboarding thing to rest and really dedicate himself to poetry. He’d broken things off with the girl in the Beret a little while ago, but that didn’t dampen his love for poetry. He got up to satisfy his current hunger, his belly growling for food, when he bumped into someone.

“Oof! Oh, heh, sorry about that.”