So I’ve been seeing an older woman. Haha.
When I used to live on Seventh St. I would walk more. I walked to work, to school, to bars, and I would walk early for classes and late for work and for bars. And I would see this elderly Asian lady with too much make up on walking at the weirdest hours, just up and down the street. I worried about it, she was always in a house dress with sandals and cakey white foundation, bright blue eye shadow, and thick eyeliner. I would nod to her but she wouldn’t nod back. Did she have fucking dementia? Someone should be walking with her. The old ladies on my street in Fremont would walk early but never alone, or in the middle of the night, or with sandals on. This was like, downtown San Jose by the shady ass ‘phone-repair’ shop.
The thing is, I lived with a lot of people. People who maybe didn’t walk at the same time as me, but still, they never saw her even though I would see her almost daily. Which is like… whatever. And I forgot about it.