We are not little kids playing with big kid toys.
We are not men with maturity problems.
We are boys, and boys alone, with all the appropriate inadequacies of our youth.
We run from nothing. Not from monsters, broccoli, girls, pregnancies, infidelities, crimes. We hide from nothing.
We have the confidence of our fathers but the insecurities of our children.
We have mothers who would not be proud. We chase each other with toy pistols and shotguns.
We do not pick up our discarded pellet bullets and cigarette butts.
We don’t have to, because we are boys.
We shield our eyes with goggles because we are scared of what it would mean to be blind.
We are fearless, and terrified of the fact we are.
We are boys.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
A SHOTGUN WEDDING'S GROOMSMEN
