Being 6

Tony has a little lady named Kayley. I was hanging out in the hospital room the day she was born. Now she’s 6.

I remember being six-years-old, but I definitely don’t remember what it’s like to float around in imagination 98% of the time.  I went to Tony’s apartment today to share beer and conversation, but only exchanged a few words with him while Kayley kept me busy with drawing pictures with crayons, giving assignments as arduous as drawing 100 animals on a single piece of paper. She gave me a C+, and proceeded to pull my nose on my face. I  hope she isn’t learning these teaching styles from her teachers at school.

James Wernicke made it over with his new wife Ale (short for Alejandra I think). She’s also pregnant. All these babies. All these marriages. I guess we really are pushing 30…