As I get older, I've realized that I've reluctantly adopted some fatherly and white trash tendencies. Let me explain.
When it comes to the fatherly bug, I don't mean I wanna get freaky and make babies, but I do find myself thinking more fatherly. For example, my new neighbors have a pre-teen boy. As I mowed the lawn today, he and his buddies sped down the hill tucking noses to their handle bars, hair flying as they pedaled furiously and coasted full speed over and over racing to the bottom. It was kind of fun to watch such reckless abandon and their enthusiasm for riding bikes is commendable, but I couldn't help but wanna tell them to slow down and go find helmets. I bit my tongue and kept my mouth shut this time, but the older I get the more I realize these fatherly tendencies are creeping into my consciousness.
When it comes to white trash I guess that's always kind of been in my wheelhouse. I mean, I am about as white as it gets. And I do like Bud Light, Pamela Anderson and muscle cars, but who doesn't, right? Don't get me wrong, I haven't gone full boar and started chewing Copenhagen, wearing trucker hats and "wife beater" tank tops. When your arms are as skinny as mine, tank tops are the enemy. I leave that look to my Cambodian brethren. Lately, I have found myself wanting to use white trash language. It just sounds cool to me. Unfortunately, women down't like to be called broads and wives aren't keen on being referred to as old ladies, but when you hear some dude talk white trashy, it just sounds cool.
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