this morning #1352.

this morning, a gangly teen boy sprinted past me like the world was on fire. at the speed he was moving, i had to assume that he was running away from something. determined to avoid being caught. i’ll never know though. i suppose he could’ve been running towards something. late & panicked. man. i used to haul ass like that but i can’t recall the last time i ran that fast. these creaky knees just won’t let me reach that speed. no sirree. no more. these days, i have to take it easy. move at a slow & steady pace so that nothing else breaks. in the end, my arthritis might just lead to my final demise. if i’m ever forced to flee from some dangerous beast, i might as well just lay down & die.