One, Two, and Three

Remember these guys? They were behind me again on BART today. (An aside: I'm realizing the Fremont-bound train is where all the stories are). These guys talk non-stop. They talk over each other, the interrupt one another, and they bicker. Today, I learned that they're still in high school, which makes the content of their conversation more sad than funny. Some highlights:

One is fiercely protective of his "mama.". Two and Three were ragging him on how tacky it was that his mom only gave him $15 for his birthday. He got very defensive (rightfully so, she doesn't work!). They were also ragging on One for getting in trouble when his mama found out he has a tattoo.

Two had calamari for the first time (he had never heard of it before). His impression? Not a fan: "You can taste the soil, Bitch!"

Two suggests To Three that he get a tutor. He had a Spanish tutor and for a year he got to "look at that and Mmmm!"

Three: "you do your homework, it doesn't matter how much you smoke [weed]"

One usually smokes weed at his dad's house (which, ironically, he later states that he needs to dress nicely when he goes to his dad's).

High school is definitely full of young adults trying to act like full-grown adults. Most of us are lucky enough to get to "practice" being adults (driving a car, working a little bit) while still reaping the benefits of our parent's security. When you're 16, all you want to be is an adult. I look back on that now, and the situation One, Two, and Three sound like they're in, and wish I could have appreciated it more - because I was fortunate enough to be in a secure situation.