Bling, bling

I don't really know what bling, bling means. But something tells me I should. Leaving the building yesterday I heard, "Hey man, you know I got the bling, bling." There were some emphatic "Yahs" and both high and low fives were exchanged.

I have this sinking feeling that I am slowly slipping out of whatever small level of coolness I once had...

Not that it was ever that high. I'd say on a cool scale of one to ten, I needed decimals.

Really.

Or one of those cool kids to hang out with. And they would. Hang out with me that is. But then they would take Rocks and my dad's free weights and smash all of my matchbox cars. And then laugh. And I tried not to cry, but I usually did.

They would say "Ha ha! Looks like the comet struck!" They thought mocking would make me feel even worse.

It didn't though because I knew I could watch the comet all night- slowly creeping across the Florida night sky.

Back then I was sure of nothing but my mother's love. And it has still been carrying me strong through this day.

I'm really pretty cool now though. All of my friends think so.

What more do we need than love?