1-13-1999

I'm living with Heath in a duplex on Elati close to Santa Fe. We have a yard out front that corners the property. Keenan and Tomas live across the street in a similar duplex. One day Heath and I go in on a bunch of hard drugs, so much so that it's making me paranoid.
That evening I look out the window because I'm hearing a bunch of noise. I see this pick up truck full of white men, zipping around the corner. They're yelling and screaming and they drive up onto Keenan and Tomas' yard. They have torches and guns.
I see Keenan at his window, doing dishes. I am banging on my window yelling , but he can't hear me. I call over and Tomas answers the phone. I tell him about the guys in the truck, Tomas goes over to the window, but he doesn't see anything. I get off the phone and call the police. They tell me they will dispatch an officer, but they never arrive. I get off the phone again and go over to the window and the truck is gone. I call it a night.
The afternoon before this I had seen the truck, I was walking home from school, and I go through my gate. Just off the side to the walkway I see a leaf with a nut in it. The leaf is thick and coarse, almost like a taro leaf, or something along those lines. The nut is large and has two antenna looking things stuck out of the top of it. I pick them up and bring them in.
The day after seeing the truck there is this old black man at our house. He's a professor of mine, or maybe a mentor. He sees the leaf and nut and asks where I had found it. I tell him that I found it outside on my lawn. He tells me that he buried those years ago as a child, after his mother had been killed by a group of KKK. The leaf and nut belonged to his mother from when she was little and lived in Hawaii.