I realized this morning I'm not nineteen anymore, Susan. I was riding my bike faster than I had in years. I was flying! Pedaling hard and strong. I'd just hit warp speed … when an actual nineteen-year-old zoomed past me going twice as fast. He wasn't even breaking a sweat. I'm sure he was working hard too, Lemont. He was sipping a Slurpee and dribbling a basketball.
Wanna play "Horse"? NO I don’t wanna play "Horse." Thug 4 Life. When you gon' learn to play basketball like a grown man? Grown men dribble the ball. Grown men sweat. Grown men throw elbows. Grown men talk trash about each other mommas. I would've said "Wanna play 'Clyde's Momma'?" But I thought "Horse" was more concise. Too little too late.