DaveAli Pensky

You can see all sorts of things at the park. Like a purple butterfly or a six-year-old playing violin. Dave always hangs out at the picnic tables. Usually writing on his computer. That’s where we met. We ended up sitting at a table and painting the world on my canvas. It was an ugly world. I shouldn’t say ugly. But it was shapeless. And the paint too thick. This isn’t a love story. I don’t know what kind of story it is. But Dave and I have become friends. I get to class late when we talk too long. I don’t think he’s honest with me about much but I’m not honest with him either. He looks 50 but he’s probably younger. He is bald and always wears a baseball cap and a backpack. I am 22 and I have long hair and it is usually not brushed. Dave mostly talks and I mostly listen but I am afraid I need him.