today on my walk with bagel, i saw a guy walking a small white dog. he turned around and i waved. he waved back, but instead of walking on his way, he came up to me. he introduced himself as anthony and asked me if i was a raptor’s fan. (i had on toronto raptor’s shorts.) i told him i’m a laker’s fan, but i like to collect authentic nba throwback shorts. he said he was a piston’s fan and we began walking together. last week, anthony moved to charlotte to live with his brother from san diego. he says san diego is too chaotic, and too expensive. wild, because my mom and i were talking about how crazy life must be for my sister who lives in ocean beach, san diego. we spoke and walked for 20 minutes before we parted ways. i told him i’d see him around and we both agreed to get up to hoop.
i thought it was ironic as hell that he told me what my sister refused to tell me about san diego, something my mom and i were talking about 30 minutes prior to our chance-meeting.
life has its ways.
-ratha, 12:28pm, 4.18.18