Life Lessons From A 7-Year Old Quirky Kid Living A Full Life
You know this kid too, I promise you do
Many kids grow up with imaginary friends.
He or she is that little buddy that nobody sees, but everybody acknowledges. You know. Because you’re a kid and that by the time you’re like 7 years old, that little homie will end up a memory.
Unless, of course, his name is Gilbert, and he grows up right along with you.
Gilbert. Fucking Gilbert. He never went gently into that good night. The son of a bitch not only hung out with me until I was 8 but sat in the backseat when I learned to drive at 15. Then that little bastard was in the church watching my second wedding.
I’m partly responsible for that, though.
You see, I kept feeding him. I mean, I know he’s my boi and all, but he’s also kinda like that stray cat you’re supposed to avoid. Feed him once, and he keeps coming back. That’s Gilbert in a nutshell.
Fucker won’t stop coming back, and he brings his empty bowl every time.
The thing is, some people have labeled Gilbert. I hate labels.
