Met one of my last time "quite-close" friends that used to hang with me and club together. He's doing quite well now ( I think ) but was just wearin a t shirt and jeans, like what he normally does.
I was thinking he'd actually grown up all these years. Was speculating he had matured; Had contemplated he was now more career minded.
AND THERE HE WAS PICKING A FIGHT WITH SOME OTHER KIDS. Was pushing his way through to get to the other adult wannabes that wanted to retaliate. I was standing a safe distance when i heard the vulgarities being used sparingly. Ha. I chuckled. And looked at him. And then i turned away in dismay. After all these years he's still a kid at heart; believing fists mattered more than anything.
What's the matter with him? Holding onto the belief that ego was more important than air? Or the analogy of his "so-called-bros" were going to be with him till the very end ? Or the egoistic pride that always get in the way ? Why cant he say a sorry and walk off ?
I stood there intrigued with disappointment and turned my back to take care of my GOOD DRUNK FRIEND, WHOSE PATTERN MORE THAN ELEPHANT'S BADMINTON.
:)
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