May. 17, 2011 at 5:37pm with 97 notes View comments
mkia
Last Thursday, we flew from Grenada to Miami, then onwards to New York. My dad picked us up and drove us to my uncle’s house in Connecticut, where we met up with my mom. The next morning, more than 24 hours after we left home, we finally made it to our final destination: Amherst, Massachusetts. By Friday night, we found ourselves invited to our neighbors’ graduation party, scheduled for the following day. Bean spent Saturday morning helping them decorate their caps. Then he covered his new bike with glitter, donned a blonde shaggy wig and grabbed his banjo, with which he tunelessly regaled his new friends. “You’re alright,” they informed me, “but we LOVE your son. Can we keep him?”  “Make your own,” I retorted, (sorta) sagely. We all should make friends so easily. 

Last Thursday, we flew from Grenada to Miami, then onwards to New York. My dad picked us up and drove us to my uncle’s house in Connecticut, where we met up with my mom. The next morning, more than 24 hours after we left home, we finally made it to our final destination: Amherst, Massachusetts. By Friday night, we found ourselves invited to our neighbors’ graduation party, scheduled for the following day.

Bean spent Saturday morning helping them decorate their caps. Then he covered his new bike with glitter, donned a blonde shaggy wig and grabbed his banjo, with which he tunelessly regaled his new friends.

“You’re alright,” they informed me, “but we LOVE your son. Can we keep him?” 

“Make your own,” I retorted, (sorta) sagely.

We all should make friends so easily. 

  1. music-et-cetera reblogged this from socialismandrum
  2. smartasshat said: Bean rules.
  3. you-cant-change-the-past said: ive missed your words. your beautiful words. your beautiful life.
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