I think I just met the happiest person in the world! Why are you looking at me like you don’t believe me? He was in the park. By the benches we smoke at, over by the gazebo. You know where I’m talking about. He was laying down on the bench just staring at the sky. I was sitting on the bench adjacent from him and I just watched him. Not to be creepy or anything, I was doing my own thing of course but, I found him to be the center of my attention.

He was laying with his back flat on the bench breathing in sync with the weight of the world. His breath inhaled the wind and blew out freedom. He seemed so at peace with his surroundings. Every 10 minutes he sat up straight to take sips of the beer he held in his left hand. His grip tight but not aggressive, careful enough to where it didn’t spill. It was the perfect balance. He had the perfect balance.

When he was done, he hopped up, trashed his can and walked over to a bike with a colorful speaker behind the seat. “Feels Good” by Tony! Toni! Toné! blasted through the colorful waves of the speaker as the mystical man peddled away.

In utter amazement, I hit my Jay. Im telling you if I could have pure happiness, I’d have it his way.