"Damn, I can't remember what he said, but I remember it was something important."
Laura gave me the Raised Eyebrow. "You can't remember? That was like, only ten minutes ago!"
I sighed. "I know, I know…"
As his eyes rose to the sun-brazen sky, he thought to himself: "Yup, today is a good day to make amends."
The old man staggered down the steps of his porch. Each worn board creaked out a different tale. He stomped onto the sand and puffed dirt into the sky. His cane pressed into the ground and left behind a solitary mark.
What is maturity?
Realizing how uncommon maturity is can be a sobering thought, just like realizing how uncommon common sense is. This awareness is often coupled with the recognition that age and maturity share no mutual bonds.
Game? Do I have game, you ask? Amidst this club, this pounding music, these blinking lights?
No. I do not have game.
"Michael, come with me," commanded my father. I blinked, got up from my homework, and followed him. We walked into the family TV room.
"Sit down."
I sat down.
"Let's just haul his ass out of bed man," Tom asserted. Tyrone and Eric nodded and followed him into the bedroom. I poured myself another scotch and looked at my watch. It was ten past midnight.
"Kit! Get up!"
Silence.
Hand in hand, an elderly couple strolls a few paces in front of me. I slow my walk to match their rhythm. It's a nice, lazy Sunday and I have no reason to rush.
Hi, I'm Mike, and I am shy. I'm a shy guy. I was a shy kid.
I was so shy as a kid that I didn't say a word in kindergarten. Not one word. My teacher would say to me, "You can have some candy if you can say 'please'." I would look back and shake my head, saying nothing.
At the party of an English college professor. Four of us are seated around the dining room table. One guy is dealing out Blackjack hands.
I want a baby.
No wait, that's probably jumping too far ahead right now.
I should probably get a Practice Baby first. Just to practice on, before I get the real thing. So when I goof up, I can just shake 'im up like an Etch-A-Sketch and start over.
That way, I could experiment with different parental styles. First, I'd go with the strict traditional parental method of Tough Love.
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