Riding my electric skateboard through the city is always refreshing. I grew up in this city, but walking through it, I always discover new people and places. That's the thing about a big city. It's old, this one, in particular, being an old port city but everchanging. There are always people moving in, and moving out. Sometimes, sitting on a bench and watching people move in and out is very fun. Whenever I find a moving truck I follow it, to see where it goes. Sometimes I see people moving in from the country, those are my favorites. They're so starry-eyed when they get here, and the city wears down on them for the first few weeks. After just a couple of months, they'd never survive in the country again. That's the other thing about the city, it's infectious. 
      "Dammit," the wind blows hard in my face and blows the pink scrunchie right out of my shoulder-length blond hair. I slow down my board and stop in a 7-Eleven to get an actual hair tie. I have unusually thick hair, so I have to have really tight ponytails. I pick up some baked lays, original of course, and some sunny d along with a pack of hair ties. A go-to snack on a day like today. Sunny D is weirdly comforting on a windy, overcast day. Maybe the vitamin is good for more than sexual innuendos. I doubt there's a lot more than MSG and sugar in Sunny D though.
      The gush of wind made me lose my loose ponytail- which I probably should have planned for better anyway- also made me lose the moving truck I was following. It took an unusually short time to find another one, and I followed it to the nicer end of town in a penthouse building. It was a seafront one, so you know this guy has got to be rich. If it weren't for the big road in between the building and the beach, it would be beachfront property. So when I said this penthouse was not cheap, I meant it.
      The guy a saw step out of the passenger side did not look like your average rich guy. He had purple hair, about halfway down his ears, sweatpants, and a tank top as he unloaded his many boxes. Whoever was in the passenger side started blasting Dennis Brown and eventually I smelled weed pretty strongly; which naturally led me to assume he had lit up a joint or something.
      I watched the purple-haired rich guy more intently than I remember usually watching people unload their stuff and move in. Maybe it's because he's so goddam hot. Like seriously, a slim guy, dyed hair so you can assume he's a cool person, brown eyes and he unloaded several boxes of expensive-looking wine. I develop sidewalk crushes all the time but calling this just another sidewalk crush is the understatement of the year. I had half a mind to go up and introduce myself. I don't know where this guy is from, I could get myself into trouble or give him the wrong idea of the city. Another rule about the city; is never to talk to a stranger. The 'stranger danger' thing may not be prominent in small towns but here in the city, a lot of people down on their luck would love to sell a girl as pretty as me into sex trafficking, or just take me for themselves. So I just sat and watched him. 

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