Serenity Now

I feel the gravel crunching under my shoes as I exit my car. A cool evening breeze flows through my hair as the sun begins it's decent. I see a group of people in the distance, but can't make out the faces. I scan the lot and see familiar cars around me. From left to right I see a blue Firebird, a black tinted-out Bonneville, a gray Cutlass, a maroon Mustang, a white....what the hell? Can't remember ever seeing this car....someone's stepping out. Who the f*ck is this Chewbacca looking dude? I immediately assume NARC. I have two choices - 1) Rush said NARC and drop him with a punch to the neck. 2) Slowly retrace my steps, hop in my car, and bolt. My heart is racing...am I really going to do this? Before I choose my course of action, I hear someone call out "Hey Rookie". The Chewbacca looking gentleman responds with some sort of indistinguishable moan/grunt. My tension eases, although I remain a little skeptical. I pull a box of Camel Lights from the pocket of my Guess jeans and start my approach. A group a five or six stand circled up. I can faintly hear one gentleman explaining to the rest a story from his past. "Yeah, I kickbox tigers, but I'm even better at hackysack. When I play this with my friends back in California, we normally juggle for a little bit then pass it on......" I lose interest in this lie and head to the picnic table and sit down. Across the stagnant river behind me the lights shine brightly over the baseball diamonds. Next to me is a dead ringer for Fred Savage, but may God have mercy on anyone who mentions this to him. I keep to myself, because he is in the middle of a heated conversation...something to do with lures and/or minnows. I lay back on the table and stare into space and think....

"Will I be here on June 30th, 2007 at 4:00 p.m.?"