102913 #snail Although there's something-- not sure-- exactly-- Just as I'm getting lost in people-watching him, his eyes meet mine and mine do a seemingly involuntary half-flutter, looking not exactly away, trying to avoid having been caught. 090913 #worm peach fuzz considered his options. if the black kid had been older, say, old enough to be pockmarked, scarred, and grizzly, the white kid would have been scared but incensed. he would have filled up with adrenaline, like a glass being filled with white soda, and he would have trembled, and in trying not to show that he was trembling, his lip would have wanted for all the world to start quivering, and in trying to keep his lip from quivering, his face would have taken on a rictus half-smile half-sneer which may, in the best case, have been mistaken for ironic if uncharacteristic toughness, a sort of tender stoicism significant of a true learning experience in the big city, laughable yes, but undeniably, finally, redemptive.