Transition

Still Wood

Vaguely unsettling night. Grief from a gaggle of 12 year old Asian kids. Right on my doorstep. Well, a street away. Didn’t catch all of it but mostly unrepeatable. Thanks to hormones I swithered between laughing because they were so young and kicking the nearest one’s c*** in. Instead I’ll focus on a positive interaction. Walking through Battlefield, which is just up the road, I overheard a similar but more positive exchange.

Man 1: Check her
Man 2 on closer inspection: That’s a guy
Man 1: Still would

I started laughing and then they started laughing because they didn’t expect me to hear them. Today’s lesson? You can’t please everyone.

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