I'm worried about the neighbor's kid. The last couple of times I've seen him he's had his Mom's old Sony pressed to his face, tracking his little brother's latest attempt at a daredevil career. Having grown up worshiping at the church of Evel Knievel, I'm all for ill-advised backflips in the cul-de-sac. But I gotta tell ya, Jack's fixation with the glass concerns me. It's just the kind of proclivity that can lead a lad to a life of wobbly lightstands and drive-thru lunches. Not the kind of career plan I'd lay out for the boy. But, that's his parents' business. I swear, though - if I see him twisting knobs on the car radio too hard, or rockin' a tropical shirt - I'm staging a drive-way intervention.(Post title inspired by a certain defunct photog blog)
2 comments:
Set the boy straight, Stew, and hurry. It's too late for us, but maybe it's not too late to save him!!!
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I say knock the little guy over while yelling "I said NO CAMERAS!!!!" He'll get the message and probably become a lawyer...
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