May 28, 2002
I think I saw her when I went to the bookstore. She walked with her shoulders shrugged the tiniest bit, strands of her wiry hair escaped her braids. She was wearing a 70’s puff vest like it was a life preserver, what is she so afraid of? I think she was smiling slightly to herself, she was pleased about something. I know exactly what she was so happy about. That someone like you would love her. Despite her brown vest, her wiry hair, her bad posture. Right there on the street corner, I became a green monster ready to devour.