A Story. Produced by Dahnamics.

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It was 2 o'clock. Daily visit to the corner shop on a quest for cigarettes and some soda pop. I whip the truck up in a parking space. One try. Hopped out, glanced to the left and I see some guy sitting on a bench with his head in his hands looking down at the ground, grass on his pants. He couldn't me more than 10. I don't want to pry but his head shook back and forth like he was going to cry.

One foot in front of the other in his direction and a simple, "hey little man," captured his attention.

He kept his head down, and he hit me with a greeting. One word followed closely by heavy breathing. It kept it cool, calm, collected and together. Looking for something clever to say, I mention the weather, but before I could finish he told I would never
understand, and that walking away would just be better.

I took a seat and said, “after 20 years on this earth, I've learned how to walk without my tears getting jerked but if you want me to leave, then I guess I'll get to stepping now, but if you need, chances are I can help you out””

He said, "there's no reason for you to walk away now. Today, I was with my friends at the playground and there was a kid with fat hanging off his belt, overweight, red hair, freckles, playing by himself. He didn't bother us. He didn't even speak, and I thought we were all walking up to him to meet. I assume my crew had made some other plans
and when they started teasing him, he didn't understand.

They joked about ‘fatness’ and they joked about his glasses and I could have intervened instead of hoping that it passes, but just I kept my mouth shut and let him cry. I kept myself shut up in a lie. I guess it helps that I’m not the one who started it
but that doesn't change the fact that I’m ashamed to be a part of it. It's funny how we take these things and keep them covered. I'm just get so f***ing tired of the way we treat each other.

I’m just get so f***ing tired of how girls keep us smothered with hugs and kisses just to up and dip to seek another. I don't understand why they get so happy when I hit the floor. I don't want to play tag with them anymore”


What was I to do? What was I to say? I guess lie and tell him it'll be okay? So I did and he turned and he looked, and it grinned. It was me staring back at me. The end.


Outro Chorus

….so give yourself some advice if you need it
a younger version of ‘you’ has a secret

it doesn't matter how often how you change sneakers
it's still the same ground sitting underneath it