There’s this kid that I wish my boy would unfriend. I know that I must tread lightly; he’s already got an inkling that I’ve got something against this punk. He is very careful about not mentioning him in any context that could possibly be construed as questionable.
I think there’s a part of him that understands where I’m coming from though, a little speck that resonates with my misgivings. I know that I must cultivate that speck. I must find the language to nourish that speck until it becomes a driving force.
What is that speck?
Conscience? Integrity? Character?
How will that speck stand up to the influences of an ever-changing parade of temptations?
I talk with my boy. I try to avoid the urge to sit on top of him or shove him back into my uterus. I try to be cool, to keep the desperation out of my voice when I plead with him to talk to me, to share with me, to always tell me the truth. I tell him that he can trust me, but I think he’s wary.
Maybe he needs to test me and see if I really can be trusted. I’ll have to be alert for any potential incidents that could serve this purpose. He needs to do something only marginally bad, tell me about it, and not get in trouble.
Holy shit, did I really just suggest that? That can't be right.
Obviously, I have no idea what I am talking about. Help!