I guess you weren't really giving me a peace sign backwards. You had two fingers up, but it was more "What up, Dawg?" than "Peace, Man." Of course I'm not well versed in urban hand gestures, you could have just as easily been giving me the British version of the finger. Most likely you have never been much farther than the edges of your yard so this probably isn't the case. Speaking of yards, really?
Your mom lets you stand one good push away from the edge of the highway? Really.
The worst part is I can't remember your face. Instead, just above that yellow jacket, sits the baby's head from Eraserhead. Maybe it's because I was thinking about how much I enjoy the movie Eraserhead but I don't really understand it and then I thought of the weird kid on the side of the road.
In a yellow jacket.
What up, my little Dawg.
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