NOTE: I went out tonight to celebrate Mexico's victory over France and lament South Korea's loss to Argentina. While I was out, I also lamented the Lakers' victory over the Celtics--I don't care about the Celtics but I hate the Lakers. Kobe Bryant is a terrible human being whose only redeeming value seems to be his ability to deliver like fifty three-point shots every game. Fuck you, Lakers.
The Story of the Boy Who Tried to Run With the Giants (April 3, 2010)
This is the story of the boy who tried to run with the giants.
Always saw them strutting around, planting beanstalks
that reached up past the clouds, past where he couldn’t see
For the giants, the beanstalks were like the front stoop
where they spent afternoons getting bombed before dinner,
sipping their 40s and shooting the shit.
They poured a little out one day and that filled the Hoover Dam.
The boy tried to impress the giants by doing a wheelie on his bike
but his balance wasn’t right and he just skinned his knee
they laughed at him, told him to come back when he was grown
He spent the next week practicing every afternoon for hours
Before dinner, he would go and run his mouth to the giants,
too drunk to really hear him,
and tell them to get ready to see the coolest thing they’d ever see
they drunkenly nodded along
By Sunday, he was sure he had his acrobatic bike routine down
but Sunday was the day the giants played flag football in the Sahara
so the boy joined in in earnest
For their part, the giants played easy with him--
they liked having him around, didn’t want to grind his bones beneath their treads
and they even let him score the point that won the match.
He was so excited, he forgot to show them the tricks he learned on his bike.