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silentbob
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Dear little boy on the concrete steps of the haircutting place on Iowa street,
you are not invisible behind that tiny iron fence. I can see you steaming up your scared-as-shit glasses. You're watching everyone walk by and you're trying to understand. Let me tell you how lucky you are i found you. You're waiting for your mom or your aunt to get out of there so she can have banal conversations with strangers on the street who compliment her hair as you count the freckles on your arm. And that's all you have to worry about. So let me tell you: Enjoy it while you can, because its all downhill from here. I can see you ignoring your teachers and drawing faces on your blue-lined loose-leaf paper. I can see you going days in the summer without b rushing your teeth but remedying the taste with bubble gum. I can see you watching TV when you should be out running around. I can see you eating food thats bad for you when you should concentrate on things that will help you grow. I can see you acting selfish when you should be thinking of other people. I can see you telling all your friends secrets and sneaking peeks at your sisters diary. I can see you withdrawing from other people as you discover how much you like girls now, and how it suddenly is so hard to talk to them. How you still cant concentrate in school and you're trying on different clothes to see what fits. I cansee how awkard puberty is for you, masturbation and overcoming it. I can see your first car, your first significant heartbreak, and your first near fist fight with your father. You need to ride it out, little one, because these are the best days of your life. When you're in college you will discover drugs, experiment with homosexuality, and realize how hard your parents had it when you start paying your own bills. Suddenly you realize you don't know what you're doing with your goddamn life and start to wonder if your veganism is really helping anyone. you study your ass off and when you graduate you do so with honors. Your best friend from highschool, the one you haven't met yet, he doesn't have it so good. He thought it'd be fun to take a bunch of acid and steal a car. His graduation would have been the week after yours. With this grand loss you reconstruct yourself and start your own business which is going fine fine fine until your girlfriend gets pregnant and instead of having an abortion you get married because you consider it the right thing to do. Because you love her... so money's tight and when your business crumbles and she divorces you, you heave an audible sigh and you contemplate suicide, but find solace in the bottle instead. You find something comfortable to get you back on your feet again, open a new business, marry for love and regret nothing. When your son tells you he's gay you try really, really hard to be understanding because, hey, you experimented too once. But he assures you its not experimentation and you love him regardless. When you retire they have your favorite kind of cake at your party, but slowly but surely everyone around you starts to die. But not you. Not yet. Your haircut is next, and if everything is going your way, you might get to go to the park later.
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