Round and round the courtyard he goes
Every day when I come home, there is a small group of elderly women and men waiting for me outside perched on a strange assortment of chairs that have been rescued from the trash bin. In actuality, they’re not waiting for me, per se, but they are hanging out, drinking tea and occasionally playing checkers...
The staring game
A “level 3″ stare… Fine, fine, it’s not a game. I couldn’t come up with a title. I’m lame. At any rate, I do want to talk about staring. Now, I am stared at here. Is this a surprise? Not really, considering my height and the way I look. I’m stared at here on a...
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