You skated past with a guitar and a dog in a basket and nobody looked twice

You skated down the Venice Beach boardwalk in the late afternoon playing a small guitar, with a very small dog riding in a basket on the front of your belt, and nobody looked twice. I was eating an orange. I looked twice. Then three times. You nodded at me like a colleague and rolled on into the sun. That is how you make an exit. I have been practising on flat ground. I can skate and I can hold an orange. I cannot yet do both.