On April 24th 1992, I met a woman at a hospital in Los Angeles. The woman was sweet, loving, and smelt like Dior Dune perfume. Once I was cleared by the doctors, the woman took me to her apartment. When we arrived, I heard kids laughing as they splashed each other in the pool, and saw a group of older guys wearing bright red t-shirts with red shoe laces. I watched for a minute, absorbing everything in like a sponge. I felt a jerk as the woman wrestled with my car-seat trying to unhook the seatbelt. Once free, she grabbed the handle and headed towards the front door. When we entered the apartment, three girls rushed towards the door. “Is this him?” they asked. The woman nodded with a smile, and said “yes.” Terrified, I watched their every
