Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. I decided to go for a walk. I had not done this in a while. Perhaps too long. My legs were weak and flabby. I could hardly see my toes over my belly. Too much mayonnaise. Today I decided to take my music with me on my walk. I constantly see people with ipods and mp3 players and walkman radios and various other instruments. I decided to bring my boom box with me. Just held it up to one ear and started walking. I was blasting Beethoven at the top of its.... volume level. Suddenly I heard a voice. “Beethoven?” I asked.
“No dumb-dumb.” Replied a female voice. It was Beethoven’s wife. I paused and reflected on life. I had my suspicions that Beethoven’s wife was already dead. Thus this woman could not be she. I did not voice my opinion. Instead I simply said “hello.” When I opened my eyes, I saw quite a sight. The most hippiest hippie I’d ever seen. Man, she was hip. She was tight. She was LEGIT. FLOWER POWER!! I had met a genuine hippie. I was pleased. I hadn’t met a genuine hippie since mi papa left. He was a Mexican hippie. Now I’m not talking about my birth father, of course, I’ll never tell you anything about him. I’m not part Mexican just so you know. I don’t want you picturing some little Hispanic person with a little goatee. I am a Caucasian person with a big goatee. Gosh, get it right!
Thus ends this week’s reflection and then my mirror image disappeared.
