Don’t talk to any weirdos
| Every morning on my walk to work, I see Michael hanging out on the path in Boston Common that I walk down. When I met him two months ago, he said, “You know my name? It’s the same as the black superstarpopstardancer.” I looked at him blankly, thinking that there was no way his name was Usher, and he added, “You know, with the big, famous family.” It finally clicked, and we’ve been pals since. Every morning he asks for a quarter and a hug, which I give him, and every Friday he tells me to have a nice weekend, which I do.
This morning was a little different – after the quarter and hug routine, he held my arm for a minute and said, very seriously, “Don’t talk to any weirdos this weekend.” I laughed and promised I wouldn’t, but since I’m visiting my friends Alexis and Ali in NYC this weekend, I think that’s one promise I’ll be breaking. My friends ARE weirdos. I guess I’ll just have to be careful. |
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