descending the 101 freeway, i saw him again. it was the second time in two weeks that he was walking the sidewalk with his right hand clutching a book and his left hand snuggled in his pocket. i recognized him because he had short legs.

where was he going at exactly 5:43pm on a thursday with that book so tightly in his hand and such urgency on his boyish face?

--The exit to get to my house