06.28.07
The Stare-Down
A really strange happening that transpired sometime last week:
Walking down the street, I saw an odd sight. A white person. He was about my age. I started to wave, then realised, Why the hell should I wave? I don’t know him! And he saw me. We kind of looked at each other, neither of us stopping or saying anything. Then we passed. Replaying the incident in my mind, I can think of all sorts of funny things to put into thought balloons above our heads. What I was actually thinking was, What are you doing here?