The Sunny Side of the Street...
Yesterday was the first day in a while that I've combed my hair out to its full length. It's getting really large and I think it can actually be called an afro now.
As I was walking to school this beautiful, sunny morning, I saw my shadow. The perfect, near-spherical, pseudo-reflection of my head was arresting. I kept staring at my shadow until I ran into a public water fountain. When I looked up, hoping nobody was watching, I saw that there were four people at the bus stop across the street. They appeared to be greatly amused at this Afro-Rican Narcissus, enchanted by his tinted beer-goggled reflection on the asphalt.
Vices for today:
1. Vanity
2. Too much Greek and Roman literature.
As I was walking to school this beautiful, sunny morning, I saw my shadow. The perfect, near-spherical, pseudo-reflection of my head was arresting. I kept staring at my shadow until I ran into a public water fountain. When I looked up, hoping nobody was watching, I saw that there were four people at the bus stop across the street. They appeared to be greatly amused at this Afro-Rican Narcissus, enchanted by his tinted beer-goggled reflection on the asphalt.
Vices for today:
1. Vanity
2. Too much Greek and Roman literature.