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San Diego by Roy Christopher

The terminal juvenilia of San Diego Days without end, nonstop sunshine

Carrying a skateboard more than riding it

But being afraid to leave it at home

Sitting outside at Lestat’s We made giant, plate-glass plans

While a kid tried to steal my bike

Two feet from our entwined fingers

I used to ride that S&M Holmes Seven and a half miles to work Through sidewalks, train tracks, and one-way streets

But I usually got a ride back to Normal Heights

One day I read Kahlil Gibran aloud On the round grassy moguls by the Ralph’s Where I later shoplifted for the third time that week

A big bottle of yellow mustard


Roy Christopher is an aging BMX and skateboarding zine kid. That’s where he learned to turn events and interviews into pages with staples. He has since written about music, media, and culture for everything from books and blogs to national magazines and academic journals. He holds a Ph.D. in Communication Studies from the University of Texas at Austin. As a child, he solved the Rubik’s Cube competitively.

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