Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Listening in a dismissive way...
I need to be a little bit delicate while writing this post.
I was talking to one of Kubota's friends. This kid has not had an easy life. I won't go into any detail because I want to protect his identity. On a scale of 1-to-100 where one is eating out of a dumpster and one-hundred is living like Paris Hilton, this kid's luck has runs between three-and-five. If life were a hockey game, he would be the puck.
He has always been polite. He is always grateful for the smallest consideration.
He will turn 18 in mid-summer. He will inherit a very modest sum of money. He was telling me of his plans for that money. I was listening in the dismissive way adults listen to young people with big plans.
He plans to go to a local casino with a couple of buddies for the weekend. He plans to make them regret their all-you-can-eat breakfasts.
On the way back home from the casino he plans to buy a headstone for his dad who is buried in Rosebud, Michigan.
At that point, I was glad that he was driving because the road became very blurry. Must have been a freak, meteorology condition.