I do, agrees David. They say

I’m kind of young, but I’m not

the only kid. Sasha likes it too.

And she’s kind of young too.

SMART KID

It’s good to see him so engaged.

Donald, on the other hand, really

worries me. Mostly he just sits

around, playing computer games

or watching TV. Except when Dad

makes him get up and do something.

Dad, in fact, seems to be the only

one who can convince him to

behave even halfway civilized.

Mom has him in therapy. “Severe

emotional detachment,” was

the diagnosis, “probably caused

by early childhood trauma.”

Yeah, like his parents’ (one or

the other or both) meth-fueled rages,

resulting in fists to his face.

I remember him visiting us once,

decorated with knuckle-shaped bruises.

Such treatment can only erect walls

inside a kid. One between him and pain.

Another between him and love.

WHEN DID I BECOME A PHILOSOPHER?

I’ve got my own walls, and they

were not built by abuse or neglect.

I should probably go into therapy

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