Walking to Broadway past the reservoir. Some skater kids are milling about on the sidewalk. I maneuver myself through the group, pass a mohawked fellow as he’s turning to step into the street. I catch his eye. “Hey, man.”
“Hey,” I nod to him and continue walking.
In response to my dismissivness, my backpack, or maybe my simple presence, he yells out, “Do you want to go to school? You going to college? Fuck you, you fuckin’ jock! Motherfucker!”
This is in sharp relief to the events chronicled here. I suppose my days of passing are over, it’s time for me to settle down and start watching professional sports. Too bad I’m too late for the XFL.