June 18, 2009
Stu and I were out again shopping at an old grocery store in Bucktoo. He bought a serving of pasta salad and I bought an energy shot, using one of the self-checkout machines in the store. "I act like I'm homeless, buying pasta salad and eating it in the parking lot," Stu said. Later we were on a rooftop and I was standing under a smoltering space heater with a cherry bomb, quietly observing Stu observe younger men. I wished he could find the strength to untuck his shirt, while examining my own need to stay within my age group.