Running into an Old Friend

I ran into my good friend Holden the other day. He was doing pretty well except he broke an iPod that he had bought for his sister. To add insult to injury he fell on the floor in a public bathroom. It had been quite the weekend for him. His parents were none too pleased with his school performance. I told we all have problems. He told me the worst of his problems were behind him and that he figured out he was misquoting a poem for a while. I told him that I thought differently and that perhaps his problems ran deeper than he thought. "No", he said. He was past his brother who had passed away and didn't even look at his old baseball glove with green writing on it. Tragic I thought. I'm still trying to do what he gave up. All the while realizing that I won't get caught but that is find just as long as I land on my fleet.