FFP#14 – Yeah
It’s early morning, you’re in the fourth grade, trying to sleep, when you hear a car horn playing the first few measures of “La Cucaracha.” You jump out of bed, don’t even change out of your pajamas, just slip on your sandals and run outside. Here he comes rolling down the street in an oversized, tan Cadillac, slow enough so that you and the rest of your friends can run alongside the car, slapping at the waxed exterior like waves lapping up against the hull of a boat. Sunglasses on, a crisp bandana hiding his pockmarked forehead, he leans heavy on the horn. You wish he’d let you climb into the car, let you honk that horn a few times and impress the world, but he never stops. He drives down the block and keeps on going. He’s like Jesus or something, you think. He’s the king of cool. The king of summer, letting you know the heat is coming, the short nights and full days of baseball and swimming and tree climbing are on their way. Yeah, not one single kid in town needs a calendar to tell them summer is here when the fucking King of Summer himself is back in town.
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April 4, 2010 11:16 pm
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