Ode to Motorcycle Boy

Night before last, I finished reading Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I had every intention of picking up the second book in the series and starting it yesterday, alas I failed to get a copy. I was desperate for something to read, so I picked up Rumble Fish.

It was a short book as I finished it in roughly 2 hours, but she sure packed it in there.

I guess her aim was to make you identify with all of the characters, but I surely related to Motorcycle Boy the most. I often feel like I was born in the wrong time, like I should have been wearing armor toting a claymore or pillaging village's with my father the Viking prince. It is hard to distinguish ones self in this day and age.

I can really identify with what his dad said about him, about being able to do anything, but not wanting to do anything. For me it is more like wanting to do much, but the frustration is the same, knowing anything is possible for you, yet nothing ever happens... Well, for the most part.

Like MB, I really don't have too many friends, it takes effort to be one (alot to put up with) an like MB, I am ok with it. There is something very zen about spending a day in the garden alone, or fiddling in the garage. Unlike him though, I don't feel lonely anymore. I used to, but I found that time alone was more precious than gold and now I cherish it.

In all, I would have to say that MB is what I would have been had I not had kids. With no real direction I would have knocked around, doing whatever. I can't really say that I would have made much of myself, a fact that I like to think that I have.

I know this is a book aimed at younger folk, but if you haven't read it you should. It won't take too long and its wood pulp soul food.