No. 16: 🛹🪜🍰

It’s spring. The sun has melted your body oil into the vintage towel atop the bedroom quilt you spread over the granular flat top of your Art Deco roof. An orange blossom breeze flirts with a palm frond calypso. The rhythm of Latin love songs keeps time with the tempo of next door construction, where Fred Durst’s backyard skatepark is becoming Adam Brod…