At a college-they’re having a recital-Pak W is there-I walk around and sit down in the back. Some girl is there, we connect.
In line for something, chatting with the people already there. A school friend comes and shoots me-everyone runs.
At home-the kids living next door come to the door and I tell them to come back later. I go upstairs and lock the door, they come back, someone comes to my door.
My exciting life, this place