I seen this kid before, he comes into my hangout often, never bothered to learn his name. Why-bother. Just another townie kid. Or so I thought, wow am I so fucked up. So judgmental. I'm gonna learn it for next time. Children really are our future.
I wanted to go for a walk. So we did. Simple right. Ended up the main-sidewalk-road, just up to the school. And I just talked about how crazy I was. He didn't judge me. Not flat out exactly. He defiantly gets it though.
I told him I was also a multi-felon. He didn't care. Maybe he didn't believe me. Good.
Instead, he told me about how he walked like this with his friends before they moved to Texas. Fuck. We just connected emotionally didn't we. I love it.
On the way back we ended up playing a game. Name-that-metaphor. He
got a good head on his shoulders. Metaphors are how I learn. Ironic, so
many people believe the bible to be the truth. I told him I
wanted to start a religion based on learning from metaphors. Maybe I'll
call it Robbery. It's just stealing ideas from preexisting things right?
I'm such a hipster it isn't funny. Also my blog turned into a
diary/poem book. Sorry off topic. Another post later.
A locked mailed box.
He told me privacy should be private.
How did he know about her? She is my biggest secret.
So I'm gonna teach this kid all I know. He reminds me of a young me.
Realizing how my crazy on page makes for good writing huh? Just gotta keep it on here.
I asked about the Gamemaster washing his own store on his own birthday.
He told me he just cares.
Yea, he does care.
I know. About everyone.
You rock.
You cold rock.
