#15 COME ON EVERYBODY GRAB YOUR ROLLER SKATES TODAY

By J.J. Colagrande

Melody Rain impressed me. She set me straight with one look. One of them Boy-what-the-fuck-you-think-you-doing-ignoring-me looks. Then she said we gots to go, and followed that with an even stronger glance. Nigga-we-have-shit-to-do-don’t-make-me-ask-you-again-motherfucker. That’s a strong woman, right there. I didn’t think she had it in her. Reminded me of my moms. Moms used to give me that look when we were out at RollerJam on Staten Island. I love roller skating, always have, and I never wanted to leave the rink. Something smooth about moving in circles, knowing the course, what came next, who you were going to pass, I found it very comforting. There are not enough roller skating rinks in New York. I was even worse out at Jones Beach. Every July and August, me and moms used to go out there on the weekend. We actually had a seasonal pass for Tobay Beach, moms liked it because it wasn’t so crowded, and I liked the break. It was bigger than the other fields of Jones Beach. That boogie board would truly boogie with those crazy offshore breaks.  The wave would come, overhead and powerful, too much to resist, yet if embraced and surrendered to, the wave was easy to control. Just hang on, the ride will be wet and wild, but never too long. Not up in those waters. Tobay Beach was a tradition from when I was like eight to twelve years old. I loved it. I loved getting out of the city, out on Strong Island, where there were trees and small towns. I never wanted to leave. I’d of ridden those waves into my teens. But after many hours, moms, rightfully so, wanted to leave; and I always put up a front, until that last look of hers when I knew her patience was exhausted. Then my punk-ass-selfish-ego would crash like a six foot wave into okay-moms-sorry-I’m-coming. I miss her. Man, I miss her. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand why exactly she couldn’t take it. I know she was different. She had that awareness. And maybe it was too hard for her to carry around, maybe it made her so, so, sick, but how can I ever completely understand why she would leave me here. You don’t do that to someone you love. You just don’t. There may be no answer as to why my moms did it. There’s nothing left in this plane, only me and the debris. But there’s also Thelonious. And unlike my moms, he was not dead, at least yet. There existed a chance. And it wasn’t time to lose focus. Thank god Melody Rain came for me. She didn’t have to. She could’ve left. I definitely needed-a-rope. So I excused myself from Ben and Andrew. I didn’t delve into details but there were more pressing events to attend to. I essentially dumped my ego into the bottle bucket and listened to Melody Rain talk about a hotel party as we walked out of VIP.

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