OK I saw something, I'll try to deal with it, I just got to say something.
I was bike riding down a dusty no rain since the last hurricane East Texas road a couple of days ago and I spied a character on foot down the road a piece. Me approaching from one direction, him from the other, a classic east meets west senerio in the making.
Now this road being traveled by myself and this fellow, (it was a male) is short, has no houses, being bordered on one side by woods and on the other by a wholesale plant nursery. I chose it to ride because no traffic, no pit bull he won't bite, no meth cooking trailer dwellers. Why did he choose it?
I think I was dressed in shorts, t-shirt, tennis shoes. Not really sport bike riding type equipment, but I got other hobbies I go full force on. It might have been slightly unusual to meet a middle aged man on a bike, but hey 50 is the new 30.
I now come to my characters description. Age about 13 maybe 14. Trucker hat, Red, I think it said Lone Star Dog Food. Black Racing t shirt. Racing is the new rassling. Puka shell necklace. Why are puka shell necklaces making a comeback? They were bad jewelry in the 70s, they look terrible with a trucker hat. He also had a portable cd player, not the latest ipod thing, but plain old cd player and head phones. I bet that was some terrible music he was listening to. I don't want to just diss the boy's music, I have at least 1200 cds and records in my collection. I'll bet I could pick at least 200 that would be personally offensive based on the individuals traits of the person I was trying to infuriate. But I bet his music was that manufactured pro tools created stuff that is massively shoveled out to the public as the next cool thing.
As we passed I said hi, he said hi. We each pass on, I continued my ride making a loop through the backroads, arriving home by a different route. Where did he arrive to? Will he ever arrive?
Just had to deconstruct, just a little, seemed like such a strange combination of things, not ruling out my participation in the encounter at all, what happened is what happened.