these past few weeks i have been studying hard during my finals period. and everyday, at around the same time, while i was reading on the sofa, i would hear a faint, foggy twinkle. and then it would get a little louder. and a little louder. it was the ice cream truck. he’s started driving by my street for the summer. it seemed like a blast from the past, something that i haven’t encountered since i was little and consequently forgot about. like other things too. like when were in school and were cheering something on we would make a fist and move it in a circle close to our ear while saying the word “Woo!” over and over. or make a statement and then pause for a second and then say “Not!” or after you finished writing something using a pencil you would get all that graphite crud on the outside of your pinky. or the time when bob’s discount furniture reigned supreme, or the time before mcdonald’s reached 99 billion served and was still counting. back when basketball players were fun like barkley and robinson and not complete jerks like kobe and everyone else. back when the coolest thing to do on Friday night was to go home and watch TGIF and then Saturday morning cartoons. when you forded the river in oregon trail. Or those ridiculous hairstyles. Makes you wonder if the stuff we currently do will be unearthed in the future and ridiculed. I don’t think so because everything we do now is normal. But people will find something to make fun of, they always do. Maybe they will invent a new way to walk and think how we walk is absurd. Or a new way to communicate. Maybe in the future someone will come around the neighborhood in a pizza truck at 6PM every night blaring italian music. i don’t know why that doesn’t happen now.
