Play date with the Rock
The cinder block was reliable. Every day it sat. Hottest time of the year came, there it was. Filled it with mud most the time. You know, it never talked back. I liked that. Never felt like something was missing when I was there. Hours passed. Dried out mud cakes, the low buzz of airplanes passing by, and the inflections of a nearby lawnmower running. Buuuuh. Reer. Bzzzz. Buuuh. Them lawn mowers still make me feel a certain way. Like somewhere round the corner someone's living a normal life. A mom, a dad, a son and daughter. Ooh, don't forget the dog. Dad's got the lawn. Someone cares about the lawn? There my imagination would just go. They must have two freezers stuffed full. Man, there were times I wish I was full. The bubble guts. I remember the bubble guts. I'd pretend to serve dinner. Always been hospitable. Always been a dreamer. Mind could dance for days. Sometimes the feet would too. Most the time when I was spinning like Wonder Woman because I was her. Co