Tuesday, October 14, 2008


Standing in the pre-dawn chill at the bus stop, my coat zipped all the way up, clouds of breath-fog floating away from my face, I can't help but notice a gaggle (herd? flock?) of teenagers nearby. They're dressed in jeans and t-shirts, no coats, and one is even wearing flip flops. It's like 45 degrees outside. They seem (as they do with so many things) oblivious.

"Dude, if you can score that beer, we'll be the illest mofos at the party, son!"

I smile, remembering the days when "scoring beer" was a life priority. Overhearing their conversation reminds me of a simpler time, and where my life is now. It puts things in perspective.

After all, the "illest mofos" at the parties I attend are the dudes with the coolest iPhone apps.

1 comment:

Lynn Sinclair said...

There's a teen in our neighbourhood who goes without a coat all winter. We've also got a few who wear shorts the whole year.

What's a "mofo"? I feel so old.