cool_kids stork daddy he would look at the kids who were cool. they were calm about everything...don't try so hard they said with every step, we'll do regular work now and when we're older, and it'll be just like high school. we'll drink, cheat it when we can, and always be cool. but money's cool he thought. and they're not as smart as me. but being smart doesn't matter if you're cool he thought and knew instantly he was right. being smart gets in the way, is besides the point. he saw that in those kids and wanted to be them - tried to have the same disaffect, the same slight grin at the slop put on your plate in life, the same distrust of all things that allowed you to enjoy the best of life without getting too attached. he got it down sometimes if only they'd look...but they didn't have to wait like he did for that look. how cool they were. it made him think of old black men on the street. no matter how addled their minds seemed sometimes, they would sing. no matter that their words went largely ignored or misunderstood because they were cool so it didn't matter. or at least that's how he thought when he was a stupid kid. he thought differently when he was a stupid adult. 040413 what's it to you? who go blather from