Yesterday I was feeling blue and spent an hour sitting on a park bench.
I was pretty catatonic and weepy - feeling all over fvck the world-ish.
After a bit a kid came to workout on the bars in front of me.
When he took off his shirt I could not believe my eyes...
Sprawled across his chest was a tattoo telling the story of my day.
He struck up a conversation with me and after awhile I said,
"Ya know, your tattoo reflects my mood today precisely."
He laughed as I continued, "Tho I'm hoping mine is less permanent."
He laughed and said, "You should get high. It helps."
I drummed up the courage to ask him if I could take a photo.
I was nervous about his response but he happily snapped, "Sure!"
He popped into an appropriately surly fvck the world pose...
Then climbed to the top of the monkey bars - perched and pondering.
I yelled up to him and thanked him for the chat and the photo.
And as I left he called down after me, "Live high homie, it's the only way."

I'm kind of feeling that way myself today...I hope you are feeling better. I love you.
Posted by: Laura | September 23, 2011 at 03:28 PM
kinda sad really that the kid feels this way so young, don't you think?
Posted by: Candace | September 23, 2011 at 12:15 PM