Crosswalks and Acquaintances

Date: 2/24/2019

It’s night again in the city. It’s also raining. I’m walking back home from work, I’ve got this plastic bag in my right hand and there’s this pit feeling of exhaustion in me. The “tink! tink! tink!” of the crosswalk indicates that it’s not time to cross quite yet. I click the button and pull up my (right-side) coat sleeve to check the time (I think?) on my watch - it’s rubber and cheap. “Ding! Ding! Ding!”, the sound changes abruptly, I quickly glance up and begin to cross. Once I make it to the other side, I find myself on this square stoned path. Wooden backless benches are propped along either side with simple glass arcs above them - probably to keep them from getting wet in the rain. Behind the benches is a long low cement wall that separates me from a line of somewhat neatly trimmed dark-green bushes. The leaves on the bushes are round and prickly along the edges, I refrain from touching them but pause underneath one of the glass arcs to search for something in the plastic bag. Suddenly, I’m holding a black umbrella in my hand but it’s still closed. This annoying voice breaks my train of thought. I look up and find Luca standing there, his very bleached hair a bit overgrown, revealing the beginning of his natural dark-brown/black roots. He smiles, but I don’t return it, instead I simply look at him inquisitively. He’s wearing black + beige plaid and a black tee with what I’m pretty sure is the movie poster for Pulp Fiction printed onto it. His hands are casually hanging in his pant’s pockets, he never takes them out, even as he begins to converse with me. I pop open the black umbrella and I walk with him along the path, I’m on his left side. I think he’s asking about drugs and how the trade is going(?) but who knows. The whole discussion is a bit incoherent. I do remember mentioning Dean though.