How many of us just kinda take the doctor’s insistence that we give up bad crap and eat well and exercise and lay off the sodas and come in for cardiac stress tests and survive into our eighties as sort of a mild hint of a suggestion, rather than plain ol’ good advice?
People react similarly to me when I say I’m getting new skate shoes ’cause my old ones are worn out.
I feel like it makes perfect sense, and they’re lookin’ like maybe I should be on different meds or something.
Remember when you were a kid?
Okay, me neither.
Remember when they told you about when you were a kid, and there was that one boy in the neighborhood spotted riding a girl’s bike, only he had a broomstick tied into the frame with baling wire, so it’d look like a boys’ bike? And the bike was pinky purple with flowers on it, so nobody believed it was a boys’ bike anyhow, and the kid got really mad that no one would just say it was a boys’ bike?
Yeah… I don’t remember anyone telling me that story, but that story has always just sorta… been there. People that didn’t grow up in my neighborhood or even in my town nod and chuckle and remember that story. It must have played out similarly, like, everywhere or something.
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