I was standing on the corner of Venice and Western waiting for the #207 to take me towards my grandmother’s house. This was before they made all the changes to the shopping center that is on the corner. Newberry’s was still there, along with a dress shop that sold discount fashions. This was before the riots gutted out the buildings on this corner causing them to build more.
A boy came and stood beside me at the bus stop. The sun reflecting off his gleaming white Starter jacket caught my eye. He was bobbing his head to whatever beat was playing through his walkman. Every once in a while he would do a small dance move, mostly with his shoulders. He noticed me watching him and smiled. His eyes were green. He had pretty teeth. Embarrassed, I blushed and turned away. The bus was coming up the street. I started digging in my pocket for my bus pass.
