Awesome Incorporated

I know *other* people run down University to SMU, but I like to pretend that it's my own private training ground. I run a variety of the same route most weekdays and I know every curb, crack in the sidewalk, and house along the way. When I run 5 or 6 miles, I go past a strip center on Hilcrest where over-privileged teens from HP hang out on their bikes in front of Blockbuster or the hamburger joint. I ran on Sunday evening and passed just such a gang. Most of the time, the kids ignore me as I am far too old to generate any interest. This go round I got a "hey" on the way out and an "Awesome Inc." on my way back. I thought I detected the faint glimmer of a giggle from one of the girls, but I was feeling pretty good about myself. "Awesome Inc.," I thought --- those crazy kids and their wacky sayings --- "I still have it going on. I am Awesome incorporated." Then, it hit me. They weren't saying "Awesome Inc." at all. They were saying "Awesome ink". I'd been to a Jersey Shore birthday party the day before and still had a fake tattoo pasted on my thigh. Think big red heart stabbed with a dagger with "BAD" written clearly across the middle. Awesome indeed. At this rate, I'll be banned from Paper City for life.