March 19, 2007

Legends from My Childhood, #3

At age 12 he was like me.
Tall for his age. Uncooperative hair.

I moved away and he sent letters:
"I'm growing up! I'm kicking ass! I'm dating girls!"
I didn't believe it.

Five years later, I was back in town for a visit. His mom was gone.
Copies of High Times magazine spun out over the glass coffee table.
And it was true -- he was a ladies' man. Muscled. Martial arts master.
"Where did you come from?"

We went out that afternoon and drank vodka in the daylight.
He showed me some kung fu moves in a completely non-threatening way.

Later I met up with friends of my parents
and tried to pretend I was sober over
lasagna and Seven Up.

Was he still good at math? I have to assume
he was still good at math.

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Legend Number 3
Legends from My Childhood, #3, card art by Whitney F.

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