narnia

there's this retarded kid that goes to my son's school. they call him "narnia", 'cause that's what he calls one of the girls, actually named "daria" or some shit. i pray that rory isn't one of the kids making fun of him. rory says narnia's smart in different ways.

narnia apparently loves to play basketball, but the other kids seldom play with him. he's always looking for a pick-up game. so, the other day, narnia comes up to rory and one of his hot-shot buddies looking for a game. rory's chum mason obliges. i hate to say it, but i think that they were looking for a laugh.

well, according to rory, mason's pretty good and he got a workout. he won eventually, but narnia 'bout liked to kick his ass. it would seem that narnia knows his way around a basketball court. smart in different ways...

now, i'm not a gambling man, but you can bet your ass that my money is on narnia in the future. i'm so glad that rory told me this story. it makes me think that he has his eyes open.

reader, never, ever, make the mistake of judging a book by it's cover. i have done so myself too many times now, and i can't explain to you my regret. there's nothing worse than trying to do your best and getting knocked down. some people do it over and over, everyday. give 'em a break. o.k.?

oh so r.