My Walk to School

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This morning I set off to school in a great mood. It was seventy-five degrees and the cool breeze made me think of autumn…and male models in tweed.

I pass by a number of locals on my journey—like the guy on the bike who made fun of my tan lines, and the scantily dressed woman who was handed a wad of cash as she exited her daddy’s vehicle. Do you see how I make up stories to trick myself into feeling safe and secure? It’s my new favorite game. The pepper spray on my key chain is my backup. Touch me and I’ll set your eyeballs on fire…jerk.

My most recent encounter involves an old man with a cane.
I’m a sucker for old people. In fact, I prefer them to babies. As I’m walking toward the elderly gentleman, I find myself reminiscing about my grandfather. I always found it so charming that he would sit outside in the Texas sun and whistle along with the birds. With this memory in mind, I smile tenderly at my new Miami grandfather before hearing him seductively say, “Hey Baby…”

True story.

Just another thing that I’m questioning here in Miami…other than my cup size.