My Cardboard Balcony

I Could Be A Scotsman by Belinda Roddie I could wear a tartan frock coat with the colors of my clan - if I had one, at least. I could try to be a decent Scotsman, if I set my mind to it - if I hightailed it to the Highlands, if I brewed my feelings like tea or ale and drank it to keep myself stubborn. I could go back to Edinburgh and brave the rain, if only to see its glorious castle press its stony lips to the mist again. I could tattoo the name Galloway to my shoulder, as if it were my ID. I could be a Scotsman if I wanted to, but maybe I wouldn't be fully me.

Would you like three dollars for an ice cream cone? I can come with you, so you don't have to be alone. I'll get myself a sundae, with a cherry on top. Enjoy the treat during the heat. Ignore the assholes on the street. When it comes to being yourself and happy, you never have to stop.