It was 4:30pm. I had a few hours to kill before people started arriving for the barbeque.
What to do? What to do?
Taking a page from the 12 year olds in the neighborhood, I rolled out my basketball net from the top of my driveway to the side of the street and started shooting some hoops. Not more than a couple minutes went by before I saw Tera walking up the sidewalk toward my house. All of a sudden the birds started singing more joyously, the sun shined more brightly, the sky looked a magical blue and I started hearing the theme song from Dawson’s Creek coming from inside my head, as Tera moved closer in slow motion. "I don’t wanna wait, for our lives to be over, before ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tum. Oh, I don’t want to wait….”
Hootch: Hey, you’re early.
T: I brought cookies to make. Can I use your kitchen?
T: Just so you know, I haven’t got up this early since…well, since I can remember.
H: Oh yeah. What time did you wake up?
H: F-u-uck. What time do you normally wake up?
T: Around 3:30
H: I’m touched at your sacrifice
T: Are you being a smart ass
H: Haha. No I’m glad you could make it.
T: So, this is your place?
T: It looks nice.
T: Is there a bathroom I can use inside?
H: Yeah. I’ll show you (we walk in my house). Bathroom is right thru those doors. There is also a bathroom on the 2nd floor but don’t go there unless you have to. It looks like a fucking dungeon.
T: What’s wrong with it?
H: Ahhh…it looks like a dungeon. What else has to be wrong with it?
T: Don’t give me any attitude, mister. I’ll beat you up tonight in front of all your friends.
H: Alright, settle down. There is the bathroom. I’ll wait for you in the kitchen. Want a drink?
H: Ohh, and…you’re not gonna do any blow in there, right?
T: No. Why, you got some?
H: No, who do you think I am - Pablo-fuckin-Escobar? I don’t do that shit.
T: Ok, don’t get all twisted.
H: I’ll be in the kitchen.
T: I’ll be there soon, Pablo.
I don’t wanna wait for our lives to be over, something something something something something….