Today at the zoo my friend Whitney's son Gabe got mixed up in a game of red light green light. The leader wasn't giving enough time between lights and the game just melted away into a game where you run. I ran into my neighbor Shelby and I introduced Whitney saying "You both have the most messed up mothers I have ever heard." Which is true. I am not very good at introductions. The flowers K sent from Chicago died and on a jog some young girls, maybe 7 or 8, said look we found these inch worms, one is named inch and the other is named incher. I said they should name one millimetero, the great Spanish inchworm acrobat. I said good luck finding more then I sensed a parent in the doorway. I should have looked up and waved while I was leaving but the thought went threw my head of maybe you shouldn't talk to kids of a certain age. Everyone is so suspect. I guess that means I am a pervert. Shit.
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