ROBIEWANKENOBIE

he's big. football player big. football player big black man in an oversized white t-shirt, jeans, hat, and a look of determination on his face. and he, my friends? is the hero of the playground. there should have been motherfucking trumpets announcing his arrival. there should have been a key to the city. because this guy? took the kids on the tire swing? for a riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide. oh, geez, when mr.8? implied that the swing wasn't fast enough? well, that thing almost sailed off into outerspace. when a particularly good round was made? he growled at the kids. and when the ride was over, they obediently hopped off. i chided them for not saying thank you, and he says, "you don't have to thank me. jesus loves you kids." then he turns and points out the kids who are next. then they are off. he does this for over an hour, ladies and gentleman. he does this until he is leaning over the side of the fence trying to catch his breath. he does this until every child in his vicinity knows what it's like to fly.