Sitting between two boys was an elderly man. The boys were discussing their CD collections, a tough looking black kid on one side, and an equally rough looking white kind on the other. Back and forth they went. The boy to the left was turned in his seat to face the other, the man was facing the aisle, his head rotating side to side as he tried to keep up with the conversation.
"You got that shit?"
"Yeah, I got every one of them. They hot."
"They hittin'? How bout that new stuff, that shit any good?"
"Yeah. You got my cell? Hit me lata tonight, I'll read'em off to you. I got the new Rza, all of 'em, I got all that shit."
The elderly man was confused, as if right there, in his presence a drug deal was going down. His head swiveled as if he was trying to determine whether or not he was on the subway or sitting in the middle of a sitcom set.
I looked at the man and started to laugh, the fact that he had no idea what was going on striking me as being quite humorous. He saw me and smiled back as if to admit his inability to comprehend what was going on.
This whole thing called life is a little strange, no? Art, likes and dislikes, age differences, past experience, current environment… They all have a profound affect on us everyday through how we live and the people we interact with. Welcome to a New Year, friend.
I wish I was as cool as those guys.
This is a brilliant little piece of writing. It's all about our re-education. Rza DOES sound like it could be some brand of street drug, with R-Z-A printed on the one side of the pill. Dat shit would be hot, yo. Word.