On the Fourth of September

I still feel that asinine is of the attitude of being such.

I feel it’s a dirty word with intent. Sort of. I was a jerk.

Intentionally. I liked playing the position I had.

We bothered our father into letting us

grow our hair out past a crew cut. So in return he had

his barber for years give us crappy haircuts. Just sayin.

And in return I was a little…But sophisticated for my own self as well.

I spent my evenings at the YMCA and at the School Gym

hanging out taking Taekwondo or basketball.

And I did not mind the crappy haircuts.

They fixed up when I was out.