We know our own
We had a gas scare in the area that meant we were waiting for an all-clear for a while so I brought him with me to the supermarket.
I dunno why I’m unable to talk to him like he’s a kid. I just…can’t. I’ve never been around kids before.
Him: What does it mean that a banana’s not ripe?
Me: An unripe banana has large molecules called oligosaccharides which are too big to digest. When a banana ripens, those oligosaccharides break down into simpler glucose molecules that you can digest, which manifest as the brown dots on the skin, which – as you can see – are not there.
Him: What happens if you eat something that’s not ripe?
Me: Bad things, kiddo. Bad stomach things.
Him: Oh. Ok, papa.
As I write this out, all I can think is, “Hopefully, he’ll have friends.” Then again, I didn’t growing up and I turned out fine.
Alison thought I was great, albeit with a giant, giant head.
Speaking of friends, I’ve been helping a buddy with a new hobby; something that I used to do years ago but just stopped doing for a variety of reasons. But he loves it. He gave me a buzz today.
Him: I met one of our kind today.
Me: Get outta here. How?
Him: At the gym. I was just making small talk and I mentioned what I do in my spare time.
Me: And what did he say?
Him: (laughing) He said demons know their own.
On that note, my only friend in that life’s been MIA since COVID. Wanna know the crazy thing? I don’t even know his real name after 20 years.
How’s that for a kick in the head?
Finally, a girl I’ll call Curls is going to start teaching the kid to fight. I’ve been chatting with a ton of people – including two of the highest ranking people in kali – about how to train this boy to be safe.
And the grand poo-bah told me: Remember too little training is better than too much at that age.
He’s the main man so I took his word to heart. Plus, I think the kid’ll have more fun with Curls and Chad than me.
Between the friends and family, I wonder if I’m better with people around or not.
After all, men go crazy in congregations,…
Location: home, making steak for my son, who’d rather have a bologna sandwich
Music: …they only get better one by one. (Spotify)
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