Who will save our youth?

The following takes place between 9am and 11am on an almost daily basis.

At least five days a week, I go to the neighborhood park to stretch my legs and attempt to get my heart rate going. Humans call it jogging.  This futile method of exercise reminds me of hamsters on wheels. Round and around and around in the name of exercise. It’s a bit monotonous.  Along with my exercise routine, my observations at the park also tend to be monotonous.

I circle the track with the same bunch of morning joggers, occasionally exchanging pleasantries. Toddlers have a ball at the park playground. The constant aroma of marijuana smoke pierces the air as the high school children (I really hope that they at high school level. Who knows anymore with the way these children are built today) casually puff puff pass on their joints and cigaweeds.

I am an advocate for marijuana use. That being said, I also believe in using it responsibly. Smoking weed in the park when your punk ass should be in class is not my definition of using responsibly. Remember the time that this is taking place. These children are either cutting class altogether or going to class high as kites (more power to those who can still learn effectively under the influence). I knew one guy like that in college back in the late nineties.

As I go through the motions of my daily routine, so do these children. Skateboard tricks and laughter. Sometimes the girls partake but it’s a boys club primarily. Do they have a plan in life? Will they graduate? Do they think about their future? Do they care? I feel helpless in these situations. It grinds my gears to see so much potential being thrown away as if it were money at the casino or the gentlemen’s club. These are just a few of the things that plague my mind everyday during my morning exercise grind.