A man who preferred to go by the pseudonym Gemini was standing by the entrance of my local subway entrance. I don’t remember why the recording was so short, but there was certainly more to ask of him.

I misplaced his artwork. He wrote “I love my son.”

On my stoop was Ted. I got him lunch at my local market. It began to downpour right when we left.

I misplaced his artwork which were his initials; TW, like Tiger Woods’ logo as he said.