People,

Life is tough. I think we all agree on that one. And maybe I'm just a depressive pessimist, but I find that moments of pure, childlike joy are pretty rare. I think I can count on my hand the number of times in the last year that I have felt one hundred percent worry free and happy, totally happy. Don't get me wrong, I'm not unhappy, it's just rare that I can forget about everything else in my life and just enjoy something.

And so I mostly get my dose of childlike joy from kids. Today on the bike path there was this little girl, maybe three or four, who was just running around in Big Bird boots and splashing in puddles. And good lord was she happy. The game just never got old. In fact, it seemed to get more enjoyable with each puddle stomped in. And as I walked by she looked up at me with an expression like "hey mister, wanna come jump in puddles? It's wicked fun!" Had her father not also been looking at me like "move it along, father geoghan" I may just have joined her.

Anywho, I kept walking to the train thinking about how nice it must be to be a kid who gets to get so excited about things like puddles. And I honestly got a little bummed out thinking about how few puddle-esque moments I have in my life when suddenly out of the blue it happened. My Rio Riot (I like to think of it as the thinking man's iPod, but it's really the cheap man's iPod) starts blasting "Family Affair" by Mary J. Blige. Now, I have no idea how it even got on my Riot but it was perfect. That song is a J-A-M on a rainy morning. I spent the rest of my walk literally screaming that I don't need no hateration, nor do I need no holleration in this dancerie. It was awesome and I still feel good. Dag.