So I was in front of my stoop

which is a very new brooklyn york thing to say by the way
in New Orleans its a porch no matter where it is located
Its a Porch
As so out in front of my stoop

Two young ones, Dre and Chris
met up with I walking woody with red glass of wine in tote
at 10 something on monday evening.
yessir.
And so I asked, "Do yall have school tomorrow? All the kids are always up late around here?"
They laughed.
Dre said that he goes to night school that starts at 4:15pm
which in response to my disbelief expression
He said, "It's an Alternative School."
And I replied, "No shit."
which affirmed the use of "alternative"
So, then the other gent, Chris said, "GED" which I replied, "Nice."

Considering my entire bourgeouisie perception of ED's altered since I dated a scholar of the same art for 10 months--
to which I discovered is no measurement of a boy's brilliance only his confidence and life circumstances.

So Dre asked, "What did you study?" I said, "Anthropology, the study of people and culture. Ima Nerd so I loved all the reading and writing."
Chris says,"Why didn't you do journalism?"
I quickly wanted to respond but my words sort of ran in to each other like a field trip line.
whatever I said it was an excuse
I muttered (muffled utterance) something about it not being creative enough.
He then said, "Why don't you write a book?"
And at that point I finished my cigarette and started another slyly smirking to myself as i agreed whole heartedly
AH YES, BOY MAN OF THE NIGHT STOOp. YOUR WISDOM ENTIRELY EXCEEDS YOU, BUT YOUR INNOCENCE & SIMPLICITY to THROW SUCH EAsY REALITY MY WAY MAKES ME WANT TO WANE WITH THE MOON TONIGHT.
just like that as if it was all my doodling with words
wordyling
was like masturbation
And he was saying go have sex you idiot.
To which I really had no response beyond, I should.
And then woody began to growl at nothing and I picked him up and went inside.