Art Hoe

Date: 2/1/2020

So I was driving in like the down town area of a city by the beach, and I think my dad was in the passenger seat. Next thing I know I’m in a gymnasium that has the fake wooden floors and basket ball hoops coming down for the ceiling. There’s about 6 people lined up on both sides of the room. They each have some weird thing you gotta, catch, take, or do. Idk. It was really weird, but it looked / felt like an obstacle coarse. Anyways, there were 4 girls including myself all lined up ready in the corner to try it. I was last so I watched everyone go before me. When it was my turn I got to the first person and they threw me this weird green bowling pin that I had to catch. I caught it. As I was making my way towards the second person something stopped me and all I can remember is that it was really unfair. I guess they were timing us and someone messed up my trail somehow? It’s really fuzzy. All I remember next it having to go back and line up with everyone again. As I’m waiting for my second turn I see this kid walk in from the other side of the room. It’s my “kinda” friend Walker. Irl we don’t get along that well, but hey, we all have our bad days and we’re working stuff out. Regardless of all that I notice he’s dressed quite differently than usual. He looks like a male art hoe dressed up in all vintage red and green clothes. I’m sorry if you don’t understand what I mean by this aesthetic / style he chose to wear, but essentially it means corduroy pants cuffed at the bottom, someone’s old chucks, and a stripped collared shirt (for men). I hope you understand the point I’m trying to make cause this kid ain’t artsy. He’s my track team’s fastest 800m runner. He’s a jock. Not an artist. Anyways we both kinda walk over to each other. I remember flirting with him for some reason, and lightly punching him in the shoulder. It was odd... but okay I guess.