* “How can I explain / When you don’t want me to?” “Kid”, The Pretenders
Sometimes I’ll just be standing there around a bunch of kids, punching push pins into a bulletin board, drawing a walrus on a marker board, listening to them call each other “small-head” and “big-head,” watching them hit each other, and I’ll just SEE satisfaction in one of them, I’ll SEE how I’m providing to them something they need, just simple attention, and for someone to truly know them.
Out in Colorado the sun used to shine all the time. It was in the middle of the desert, but people would pop up like daisies, and one time this eighth grade girl made this sound like I was fu**ing her as I walked past her. Instead of religion, they had sunshine, the kind we get back here in our eyes sometimes when there’s someone there who doesn’t have the heart to explain things.