Maybe it should be a novel

Being popular is easy. It’s easy as well as selfish and it’s seriously over-rated. All you do is take the time to observe, figure out what people want, what they like, what makes them tick, and then you spread yourself thin stroking them to get what you want. So what does St. Christopher want?

What do I want?

He removes the gas mask and taps lightly on the top of his skull with the knuckles of his closed fist, opening his mouth wide and then closing it over and over and over as he does so. Most days his head feels impossibly heavy and sounds full, like maybe it’s filled with concrete. But right now, as he taps, it feels light, sounds empty and hollow. Kind of like a coconut.

Always lighter after a good skate.

He should skate more.

I should skate more.