Sticks and stones…

Don’t you love throwing stones?

Skipping rocks is the shit.

The perfect stone with enough weight, perfect corner for your pointer finger to grasp, and smooth side to glide across the water in a big curve until it’s choppy end.

Nothing like looking at a perfect like glass lake and destroying its serenity with some childish enjoyment…

My favorite time to throw rocks was when my pops was fishing…

He did not enjoy that….

Another one is throwing rocks at people…

Right….

Hey I found out some of your flaws, bam hit ‘em right in the face with it… hahahaha

Now it can be teasing and innocent. But it can create demons.

Ive done it but I’ve realized it’s a very low and destructive form of conversation, so I try to avoid it now.

But I’ll sit at the thanksgiving table and I’ll listen to you throwing stones at everyone around you…

Flogging the fuck out of everyone… get it gurl you’re so right….

But don’t direct those eyes at me….

I mean you can I’m fine with it…

I’m ready to hear my stones, and I’ll own them because I know I’m not perfect and we’ve all lived this experience lost in our own way, but are you?

Let’s go you want to throw stones?

Let’s play catch… always down to air out the arm…..

But I hope when it’s over we both feel as good as throwing in the air, goal post to goal post, cause if not maybe we shouldn’t have started… so just pass me the gravy and enjoy the meal, I love you…..