If it's warm enough to rain and not snow it's warm enough to walk around campus at night. The way the street lights looked felt like walking to the ferry after concerts in the city, made me think of Pedro. He was just this sweet rolly-polly old mexican-indian homeless guy that was always around the docks or Pioneer Square. He always had a red and white umbrella and a stack of religious pamphlets. I gave him a sandwich for the first time sometime in junior high and he always remembered me after that. I never ran into him without sitting down for a half hour or so to discuss the state of my soul, dating life, future goals, and his family. I always got his family members mixed up but I felt like he did too, he hadn't seen them in years. I haven't seen him since my last birthday. That was the day the guy reciting Shakespearean soliloquies told me everything would work out and then I met someone in the mexican imports shop that had been to Anapra, and remembered the pastor's little daughter and it was so good to know that she was still alive and growing. There weren't as many of the old faces around the streets when I was home for x-mas and I'd like to hope that meant they were somewhere warm, but I know there are other possiblities... me: "You know that agent guy in Matrix who wore lime green as an Australia drag-queen, and he says, 'your presence has been dually noted'...?" Tey: "I didn't see the Matrix." me: "...um, okay, never mind then. At least it wasn't pink."