Life sucks dick, but there's always coffee, books, and a park near by.

I made my way down to the park today to drink coffee and walk around the paved quarter mile track. I take two gulps of my coffee setting it down on the park bench and begin to read. After a couple of laps around the parkway I see two kids dart across the grass, the older one taller leaner yells to the smaller kid with a blue t-shirt and chubby legs, " Hurry up, bro " as his brother quickens up his speed and yells back, " Hurry up, bro. " I watch them running volleying " hurry up, bro " as they run to the other end of the park to the school's entrance and I am instantly transported back to being that little kid with a blue shirt and chubby legs running after my brother with a football waiting for him to toss it over his head so that I could catch it and then run past him and do the same in the endless football drill that seems to be a big part of childhood memories. A football drill we were never taught, and I don't know if it was something we saw on tv or something my brother made up and it sounded good, the drill supposedly improved our speed and hand eye coordination. The memory hit me so hard that I thought I was going to cry, damn, growing old sucks dick.


Hurry up, bro.. Thinking about my brother now watching our lives unfold on Facebook pages never really actually talking or seeing each other. My brother and his three kids, dog and cat, wife, house, car, job it's like he's still telling me to, hurry up, and catch up and now me just as tall and lean as him the divide between us seems to have grown exponentially through the years that now it seems impossible to reach. I'm so lost in thought thinking about the past and reading my book that I've walked passed my cup of coffee on the park bench without taking a drink so I turn around and walk back to the bench knowing how bad it is to back track and telling myself that I won't do it again.