"I never get in trouble..."

mmmm... okay, so it isn't me that belongs to this phrase,
but someone a little younger (and cuter?), someone who has surrounded herself with flits of affection and nonchalance... someone in a town that devours its own youthful intelligence like a river gorge in the south of France swallows the fragrance of great wine. They say every town has a label, a cave perhaps, so maybe every street in these towns has its own chimney of good smoke, a sign of the cloud, or a cough.

It may not be the most crucial fact in her everyday existence but I bet that she (the one who couldn't get into trouble) could smile her way out of any situation, like if she danced naked on a cruise ship full of old Baptist ladies... or if she inhaled crystal meth outside a smalltown daycare in mid-morning daylight... huh? oh, u get the point? And you don't need to wonder how it is that some of the oldtimers (not me:) think that kids have it easy these days?

what play, what hardship!

mmmm... I think, therefore I suppose, if I could ever have mouthed those words veraciously (in that order too) then I might feel her inexcusable debris of insouciance. But would i have learned less at an earlier age? Would I just go on feeling the harmlessness of my actions?

After all, it's been a while since J. decked me, figuratively, (so that part is not really funny), and it's been even longer since I sat warm-blooded in the back of a police car! LMAO!

I guess time is a boundary that changes, that persuades and erodes the delicate balance of experience. And her? Well, I know she rocks, and she's a Superstar Sweetie but maybe she needs a good little talking to... a lesson in quandary dynamics?