Phellito's Way

Young old soul. Art fiend. Life student. Part time athlete. Creative businessman. Hard worker.

• Shout out to my friend Dylan. Dylan is a little over 3 feet tall, Chinese and probably not of the legal age to buy a chocolate milk. He sat next to me on the train from New York to Jersey and interrupted my reading no less than 80 times in a 15 minute span to show me how great he was at “angwy bauds”. “Do you play angwy bauds too?”, he asked. “Yes, I do”, I responded. He then turned to his mother and told her I was his new best friend and the two of us continued our conversation. He referred to the train conductor who was walking by as the “station mastaur” and asked me when we went underground if we were “undagwound”, proudly unleashing a smile when I confirmed that indeed we were. He asked a lady behind us what was so funny about her book to which she responded, “it’s a funny book”. The kind of dismissive answer only a lame adult can provide. He danced, he jumped, he nearly gave me a heart attack when I was sure he would drop his parents iPad face first on the floor. Then the train arrived at my stop and I said goodbye to he and his parents. He ignored me. He was fully engrossed in “angwy bauds” once again and I figured it must have been level “thwee” which earlier he claimed was the most intense of them all. I smiled, got up and walked off the train, and we both went about our happy little lives.

  20 Feb 2012