Getting home

She bought a bag of grapes and a handful of bananas. Me, I was waiting behind her to pay for my three Jamaican meet patties, a bag of chips, and a jar of salsa. After we had each paid, we met again outside the Hasty Market, where she was searching around for a lighter. I… Continue reading Getting home

I’ve finally gotten old

It’d be easy to argue that I’ve been aging since I was born, some 34.5 years ago. What of those nine months during gestation, when I was but a parasite? We’ll them a growth, but not aging, period. Tonight, I finally got old, though. It happened tonight while I was paying for my groceries. But,… Continue reading I’ve finally gotten old