Waiting. I hated waiting, still do. Every minute spent waiting is a minute that could be spent doing something else, like the thing I'm waiting on, I'd much rather just get to it.
Now? Not an option.
I'd go for a run if I could, hit the bags, anything... Gotta wait for Casca.
I find peanuts help me handle these moments. There's something about feeling the roughness of its shell, the snap as you split one open, the crunch from biting into one, and warmth of the taste on your tongue, its an experience. Open the bag, you get the scent, taste, touch, sound, its a full five senser and enough to get lost for a few.
Five peanuts, a minute or few, I was getting impatient. How many instants had passed? Life can change in one you know.
That's enough peanuts for me, can't get lost for too long. At this point I was starting to pace across the track.
As I kicked a rock, I could hear a car pull in to the lot behind us. It was Officer Kent, escorting two kids not much older than ten, had to be the new club members.
"Hey Brock, here's the two new program kids. I'll leave their care to you for now, they give you any trouble, give the office a call and we'll come escort them home," Officer Kent said enthusiastically.
Kent was was one of the better officers, actually wanted to make a difference in the lives of us who've seen some shit. His tone, well, any other officer and it would be insincere. Young guy, short hair, a little pale for this part of town, but he nevertheless had a few stories of his own. If you had to deal with a cop, Kent was who you hoped to get.
"Alright, we'll see what we can do. Oh, and Kent, think you could get me a pack when you come back? Should be about two hours, right?"
"Can't make any promises, but yeah, two hours once a week is what they have funding for, see ya then!"
Oh Coach, how you need to lay off the cigs. Kent won't get them, he never does. Coach Brock has a bit of an addiction, he knows it though. Tried cessation, didn't work, so he went to all the tobacco shops and got himself banned from each one. No supply, can't smoke, yet he still tries. Determination, I'd like to think its a sign of a good coach, even if it stems from weakness.
"Elma, meet Rafael and Casca. Casca, you'll be working with Elma. Rafael, you're with me"
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