I wasn't going to post in here, mainly because ...why waste your time with asinine stories when the rest of the world posts interesting tidbits.  I live a generally hum-drum life, and now that I'm removed from people my age and ...well, everything,  I'm extra hum-drum.

Today, my dad and I went to Greenfield (the 'big town' 20 minutes away, where my cellphone works!  Of course, I forgot to bring it today...) to do some errands, which is clearly the start to all great stories. 

Anyway, as we were walking back to the car, we passed by a very white kid, shirtless, riding his bike down the street.  He looked about my age, give or take 3  years in either direction.  At YOUNGEST, graduating HS in 2 days.  We're talking PASTY here, people.  The word 'wigga' comes to mind.

Written on his arm, the phrase, 'THUG LIFE'. 
I started laughing right there on the street, with him in earshot..
I couldn't tell if that was an actual tat, or if, as I suspect, he had taken a sharpie (or perhaps, crayola) and written it...or one better, had a friend do it for him.

I worked with FOURTH GRADERS this past year who deserved that title more than he did.