... after i encountered three sheepish teenaged boys in a nook behind the ghetto spur, trying to find adults to buy them lotto tickets
... and after we passed a college student chopping 2-by-4s on his porch to toss into the mini webber kettle bonfire he was hosting.
"everyday something happens," he said. "some shit happens everyday. i cry every single day."
"i cry every day, too," the girl said. "but i'm a girl."
... but before we heard the crunch of coppertone's mini van on the receiving end of an unwanted bad touch from a whiskey wagon that squealed off into the night.
another summer in the hillside.