The Kid


It was funny.

Seeing that near-burned-out kid on the bus. 

Black plastic puffy jacket, probably designer jeans. The kid itself was a small, fragile looking boy. 

Who, when I last saw him, was one of the hotshot skateboard prodigies. Big mouth, some temper, rock and roll… Guns ‘n’ Roses and what not. 

Cute kid, slightly annoying at times, but he was one of the good ones. At least as far as it was possible in that crowd. Interesting to see him like this. After a while he also recognized me. 

I gestured an odd sign towards him. 

In reality, I just had my nose full of snot and had to do something about it. But anyway, he and his buddy stood up and came towards me.

”Sir, you changed.”  He said in an overly polite way for some reason. For the sake of good old times. “What ’s with the Sir? And yeah, I got balder… Getting old” He gave a quick chuckle and started moving on again. We exchanged a quick handshake and I dove back into my book.

    Has he changed? Or not?