The Thing Is, You Can’t

As If He Was Beating Me To The Punch, His Words Living Forever, While I Was Left Speechless, No Rebuttal, No Words Left To Say.

Despite Our Differences, We Did Have A History. No One Understood Where I Was Coming From The Way He Did.

Nothing Like Being Scolded By A Hippie.

But Those Words Were Only The Middle Of The Story. There Was A Beginning Here, Too.

Hey, Think Fast!' I Just Looked At Fave As He Chucked The Basketball At Me With Possibly The Worst Overhand Throw I'd Ever Seen. It Landed To My Far Right, Then Bounced Past Me, Banging Against My Dad's Truck. 'do You Have A Vision Problem Of Something?' I Asked Him. 'just Keeping You On Your Toes,' He Replied