By gabmr on Skatehive
Unsplash Of Thorny Roses I’ve already drunk more than half of the last Heineken in my fridge, and I still haven’t gotten over what happened last night. It’s a shock that still sticks in my throat whenever I write on the blog. Will anyone believe me? It doesn’t matter. Anyway, in a world full of liars, nothing is as “fake” as a surprising truth. This girl from Roses District was beautiful. Her curly, bouncy brown hair fit perfectly with her tall, athletic figure. She used to wear tight-fitting floral dresses that highlighted her explosive figure even more. Not to mention when, instead of seeing her around the neighborhood, she was running a mini-marathon. I felt like just looking at her made me part of a marathon, too. In any case, we never spoke more than a “good morning” or a “good afternoon.” It was only five days ago that I ran into her on Nuvo Street, and her grocery bag broke because it was so heavy. “No, no, it’s okay, I can handle it,” she said in a hurried voice and silly gestu