Befuddled

Hank Green.

Hank Green.

It's funny how easily reality changes for me.

So I played baseball with a Hank Green in little league. He goes to a separate school than I. I haven't talked with him for a long while.

We played his school today, and my mom mentioned his name.

Hank Green.

And I remember vividly a time in the near past when I was talking about this kid, and then all of a sudden he walked by out of nowhere and I said "Hank!"--even though I hadn't talked with him in a long while.

But this jig, this little interaction between us, it never happen. It couldn't have--there is just no time in which this event could have transpired.

And this could have just happened in a dream.

But I swear to God that it was real.