so last night, or this morning if you want to be technical, we were out on the steps again, talking till four, right, and the fog starts rolling in from the sea and it's like Dracula weather and we're freezing so we stretch our shirts to cover our naked knees and hug our legs under them and it helps a little, and we're talking about things people such us ourselves wouldn't normally talk about I don't think unless certain things were in place or were true, which in our case they weren't, I don't think, so it was kinda confusing and weird but at the same time sort of nice too, I don't know how but it was, and I was becoming kinda happy about it which was weird in itself, and Arc kept coming out for a smoke, fully dressed like he always does, like he was going somewhere, as if this charade ever fooled anyone, and he kept saying things like You've been here since I left a couple of hours ago? and I kept saying stuff like, No we went back inside and madly made love then came back, and he was saying other things which I was not listening to because they were boring as hell, and I was making gravity sculptures with these smooth little rocks and I made eleven in all and I thought were pretty, you know, in a primitive way, but, remarked one of us, they looked "phallic," and well, that's not what I thought, right, because my mind doesn't work that way, oh and I'm not secretive and I haven't changed like I was practically accused of being and having earlier, so yeah, they weren't phallic because sometimes rocks piled on top of each other are just rocks piled on top of each other and nothing more, and I don't know if that got through but whatever, and things continued and it was nice, really it was, and then later this black-clad boy walks by, presumably on his way home, presumably from some wild party attended by little kiddies in various stages of post-manson rebellion, oooh we're so cool, and he looks surprised to see us, and he mumbles "Hey" and we say "Hey" back, and when he was out of earshot I was, See that's what I'm talking about, there's just too many black-clads living here now, it's just sad, and it's not good at all, dammit, because earlier I was complaining exactly about this very thing and how I wish these people would just move away and live somewhere else because I was here first goddamit I was