TWIGS ON THE TREE OF LIFE

Freewheeling down the road this early morning after scraping the frost from my motorcycle, right around the third curve I came upon two aimless adolescent monkeys just hangin' out, fresh from the forest and looking for trouble, standing there at the roadside like teenagers do. Lolling idly on the streetcorner completely unsupervised, nothing to do, no job, no elders teaching them anything about bettering themselves and making something of their lives, other than just climbing fences or dangling from trees and saucily ogling passersby on motorcycles, maybe there's a garden around here we can raid, teenagers are the same everywhere. Fresh from the forest we all go through those phases, one way or another. I used to be one of those guys, but I managed to get out of my tree. They're probably checking my garden out right now, but I got all the shiitake yesterday. Nothing like a bit of education.