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Yep, park again today. I realize this may not be the most interesting facet of L.A. that everyone would like to hear about, but it's easiest to write because the depth of the things we talk about in the middle of the night and the revelations I have about life while watching West Wing are the kinds of things that slip right through my fingers if I try to type them up unless I'm in a very specific frame of mind (and eloquence).
There were only two this time, and only one really talked, and he really only talked to me. He was in the swing right next to me; across a support bar, but still right there, and his mom or someone was pushing him, and he asked me what my name was and how old I was. I told him, and he said he had a cousin who was like 100 or however old I was, and he was married. I said that was impressive. He said his birthday was Mother's Day, April 7th, and then said it was like 40 days away. Stephan said he was using it a Biblical sense, to mean, you know, a lot. He asked if I had a dad, and I think I surprised his grownup when I said no; he didn't seem surprised, but asked why not. I told him. His grownup was righteously indignant for awhile and said that even nearly a million dollars is no replacement for a father. As if I didn't know. Then the conversation turned, as do all conversations with little kids on swings, to monkeys.
I forgot to mention earlier that on the first or second day here, Stephan spotted a PVA bumper sticker below a USC one and had me look into the car as we passed it. It was Kellen, if anyone remembers her. She didn't see me, but I thought that was a pretty awesome coincidence nonetheless.
There were only two this time, and only one really talked, and he really only talked to me. He was in the swing right next to me; across a support bar, but still right there, and his mom or someone was pushing him, and he asked me what my name was and how old I was. I told him, and he said he had a cousin who was like 100 or however old I was, and he was married. I said that was impressive. He said his birthday was Mother's Day, April 7th, and then said it was like 40 days away. Stephan said he was using it a Biblical sense, to mean, you know, a lot. He asked if I had a dad, and I think I surprised his grownup when I said no; he didn't seem surprised, but asked why not. I told him. His grownup was righteously indignant for awhile and said that even nearly a million dollars is no replacement for a father. As if I didn't know. Then the conversation turned, as do all conversations with little kids on swings, to monkeys.
I forgot to mention earlier that on the first or second day here, Stephan spotted a PVA bumper sticker below a USC one and had me look into the car as we passed it. It was Kellen, if anyone remembers her. She didn't see me, but I thought that was a pretty awesome coincidence nonetheless.