Letter 10: Not really

I saw you today, sitting there across the way, casually chatting in that grey shirt you wore so much. Tucking a whisp of hair behind your ear, taming the minimal wildness that ventures out from behind. You squint in the evening’s setting rays observing the passersby, am I a friend, an acquaintance, a stranger? I train my gaze ahead, picking up the pace, I am the stranger, and you are actually nothing more than one too, a mirage of likeness; but for a moment…

I’m not sure why you’re still on my mind, so deeply ingrained in my present day-to-day.

… We’re having a party here this weekend. It’s code for, I do all the cleanup and work while everyone else sits around and does nothing. It’s like living in a house full of children, where I’m the only adult most days. Still, it’ll be nice to have some ‘friends’ over. They might bring over a power wheels jeep, so that could be pretty cool. I modded one this summer, did a lithium battery upgrade, lights, and switches.

It turned out pretty cool – it still needs something else though, perhaps a working radio? A power boost button? We’ll see I guess! Oh, oh, eventually there should be some sweet pink rubber treads for the tyres, just haven’t gotten around to designing/printing them yet, it’s on the docket!

Later Gator.

D.M.


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