“Yah man” said a vagabond as he managed to massage a twenty something year olds shoulders. It didn’t matter whom he was speaking to, that is beside the point.

“Yah”

His grin was somewhere between trustworthy and despicable, his eyes are what really accentuated the latter. He told a story about his name earlier in the evening, no one made any sense of the story.

“Yah”

It was an overcast afternoon but the wind was excellent, warm like a sauna but with occasional bouts of cool waves. They were sitting around a car somewhere near no where drinking a typical concoction for the youth of the time.

“I’m not crazy! You’re crazy!”

This girl loved competing with all sound, offended if a birds song should garner more ears than herself. Now to explain why this situation was worth writing about.

It was a nothing moment… when speaking or thinking about it one would be wise capitalize it.

Nothing.

These moments in life I consider quite significant.

“Children see everything in nothing, men see nothing in everything”

Do you believe it? It is quite convincing. Though, how about Nothing in nothing?

Everything?

“That is a beautiful quote!”

Yet another lost child spoke as specks of food, alcohol, filth and flattery ejected from her mouth. Another man, feeling quite intimidated by the wise man decided to climb a tree. Immediately the entire group followed in joy except for the usual dead beats who had neither the energy or consciousness left to bother. One of the glazed eyed deadbeats curiously gazed at the troupe, he thought for a moment that one day he might like to have children.

“Yah, throw the branch over”

As he caught it, he scratched his back in a joking manner, became insecure about his humour immediately and then quickly flipped the branch to represent the phallic symbol. Another man became insecure about this man’s confidence and the girls giggled while remaining conscious of their uterus’s.

“Here, carve your initials”

One of the youth whispered to another as they passed a knife in privy. The other youth who had asked for this subtle seduction several hours earlier, happily obliged. They paused for a moment, trying to think of something abstract, frantically thinking, they thought of something romantic, then of something funny. Realizing they had already taken too long thinking, they raised their hand to their chin and pretended that what they were about to carve were of the utmost importance.

“I wish I was a child again!”

This person said as they rode the end of a branch to the ground using their weight. With a sincere but not pleasant smile they released the branch back up, rustling the tree, attracting all attention to themselves.

A confident young man thought it was time to dance. Him in his transfixed state jumped around like a Man. No other creature could imitate.