Nosegrab Eau De Parfum

You bit the dust, again. Do you smell blood, or is that just the trucks on your overturned skateboard heating up under the slanting after-school sun? A quick check later, you're sure you're good (this time), but you stay pressed to the pavement for another few seconds as if lagging in bed after the first alarm goes off. You make eye contact with a stomped-out American Spirit lodged in a clump of violets sprouting, unlikely as ever, from the corner of the curb that bucked you off your board. One more deep breath, and you're back, sweat sliding off your grinning upper lip.