Life

Is life short? When I was a kid it seemingly took forever for me to grow up, and then I did. At least I think I did, I mean those around me believed I did. But, if I am "grown" then why don't I feel it? When I was a kid I chased the ice cream truck, and dreamed of the day I didn't have to go to school anymore. Reality sucks.

As I sit by my window I see a familiar face turning the corner.  Wearing blue jeans, white tshirt, a knited cap and TImberlands.  It was Mr. Boots chasing an ice cream truck.  This man is chasing the ice cream truck. Yesterday he reached into his boot to pay the driver.  Today he is a kid eating ice cream and laughing with his friends.  His friends, all seemingly younger than him take jabs at his childlike running.  "Nigga you a grown ass man chasing a truck?" At the same time a younger friend of Mr. Boots runs across the street to meet a couple just getting a bicycle.  This couple in worn cloths appear to be a bit downtrodden and lost.  Mr. Boots' associate interacts with the couple a few seconds while reaching into his back pocket.  In a split second the bicycle couple drop their payment into Mr. Pants hand and he drops the goods.  "Nigga is that icecream any good?" The friend yells over to Boots. "I think imma get me some."

It's like we all want to grow up, but nobody prepares us for what it's like once we do.