Adonis Richards

Sundry fragments

I stepped outside today,

The emptiness I feel at times leaves a hunger in my soul I can't seem to satisfy

My first memories of Kobe Bryant happened to be with my father. Kobe was his favorite player. I remember regular Saturdays and weekday evenings where I would sit with him during his free time and watch him play his NBA game on his PlayStation. These were possibly the most momentous times of my early life. I couldn't tell you the exact game it was, but I do remember that he would always use Kobe. I would fall in love with the sounds of the announcers and the premature onomatopoeia that comes with a 90's basketball game. I would study the nuances and try myself when he wasn't watching. Learning, experiencing the game as I bonded with my Father.

I've been often considered as a grown-ass kid. People are always saying I act like a child, that occasionally I give off immature characteristics. This counteracts with my own mature persona. Personally, I believe everyone has a little immaturity in them, it really depends on people's thresholds for maturity in which they describe other's actions as mature or not.

Father and son, Rob Marmion / Shutterstock.com