07 Jan 2004

I am at a friend's house. There are a group of us at his parents place, somewhere in Park Hill. It's a sunny day and there are lots of healthy vines growing over the windows and the light is speckling as it passes into the house. I am telling someone that I have seen this house many times.
"I'd walk by it everyday," I say. Later I return with the guy who's house it is. We are hanging out with his little sister and mother. We are sitting in the living room and I let him write something on my cheek with a Sharpie. I go into the kitchen where his mother and another woman are talking. I clean off what he wrote; some slogan about uneducated. I stand quietly and listen to them talk.