I was skipping down Marion Street, after a great roti at Deen's Diner with my buddy Billy Bingley when I saw a kid, couldn't have been more than 5 years old, pick up a stone she found in the sidewalk, and start drawing with it on the paved sidewalk. She was in a major joyful state. Major dope. I wondered how a simple stone could evoke such passion and interest from a little kid. I said so aloud, and Billy told me to shuddap. But seriously, what happens to us when we get older, go through the school system and forget that we don't need Iphones (wait, mine's ringing, wrong number), beautifully coloured chalk or any of the cool gadgets to do cool stuff? I mean, the kid found joy in a rock on the side of the sidewalk. That's cool. I think school kind of erodes the creativity and joy out of you, what with memorizing facts and formulas and always trying to regurgitate stuff onto tests. Wait kid, you won't be grabbing the closst rock in a few years. You'll be sitting in a row in your own little chair taking notes about stuff that other people think and write.
And her parent is telling her to stop fooling around and to keep up. Mom doesn't get how perfect this moment is. I think we all need to find cool in the simple things like rocks. Maybe that's why I'm unemployed and living in my parents' basement.
Well, I'm off and a good thing too. That parent thinks I'm kinda weird staring at her five-year old kid. "i'm just expressing my joy at the innocence and true simplicity of life," I scream. DIdn't work. She's calling the police. I'm outta here.
Ciao
Schmegley