DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
There have been plenty of people in my life I’ve admired and turned to for advice—too many to name, if I’m being honest. So instead of listing names, I’ll talk about a time in my life.
When I was a young buck, there were a few older gentlemen who used to hang out by the market. These cats preached—not religion, but life. No dogma, just wisdom. I’d stop by with a bag of penny candy and listen in.
Some of them also posted up at the barbershop, dropping the same kind of knowledge. I always wanted to be that cool—calm, sharp, and respected, with something real to say.
I’d go home and tell my auntie and MiMi about those guys. They’d tell me to stay out of grown folks’ business—and let me know which ones to steer clear of. But most of those men knew MiMi, so I was safe. Nobody messed with MiMi’s kinfolk.
Looking back, I probably wasn’t getting the full picture—just a watered-down version of what they were really saying. But I appreciated every bit I was able to soak up. It stuck with me.
Though I admired those men and wanted to be like them, I never thought I’d get there. Then one day, at my niece’s wedding, I was cutting up with my brothers, just talking mess, making people laugh. This young lady nearby was cracking up at us. Then she said, “I hope I’m this cool when I get old.”
We were floored. We’re a lot of things—but cool? That one caught us off guard.
But I’ll always remember this: people will remember your example more than your advice.
Memoirs of Madness 
I think the street corner preachers are becoming a thing of the past. And i feel sorry for the youth that will grow up without their insights. very fun piece.
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Yes, its sad. They have something else to grab their attention these days. Oral wisdom seems to have left, but I try to tell crazy stories to the young folk every chance I get
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