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I'm rolling home and I see the neighbor kid's girlfriend walking up the sidewalk. She's with the little brother and not the boyfriend. I don't take a great interest in the neighborhood teen romance, but I've had great opportunity to witness this one. The kid's mom won't let them in the house together, so they lay about on porches, stoops, and curbs about the 'hood. I've tried to not watch them suck face and play slap and tickle on their deck as I mow ever smaller concentric circles in my lawn. I'm old, sweating balls, and can't imagine climbing around on anyone in the hellish soup of heat that was this summer. I don't have to imagine it. I have hungry memories of salacious, saline kisses. It's just that they're so removed that they feel like imagination.

I brush off where the boyfriend is, pull in the garage, and walk thru to get the pile of bile the postal service has delivered to me. The boyfriend is walking across the street. I hear the girl sing something out to him. He answers and says, "I will just as soon as I get all the stuff I bought you from your house!"

Ah...young love. At least I don't have to have my insides all twisted up over that anymore. My little feeling of satisfaction doesn't last long as I remember that now I get all twisted up inside over office politics, family matters, medical problems, and other bullshit totally devoid of getting a little titty.