This kid’s scared of me. My cousin had told me he’d called her the next day trying to get my phone number, claiming he wanted to talk to me, that I’d read him or something. Of course she didn’t give it out. Of course that’s the right move.
I was walking through the gym in Fremont one late morning a few weeks ago when this guy called me over. It was Parkson’s basketball teammate. I never remember his name. Devon maybe. I remembered he was coming off an ankle injury so I asked him how it was. Meanwhile, I notice the kid he had previously been in conversation with was this olive-skinned kid who looked kind of familiar. And he was staring at me, bug-eyed. I said hi at one point but he was frozen in that expression. I’m pretty sure it was the same kid. That reaction really didn’t seem normal.