I was pretty hungary. Having spent all my money and knowing the kitchen would be locked up for the weekend, I decided to wander in anyway. I had nothing better to do. The lights were off, but it was a bright day and the side wall was all windows, bringing in plenty of sunshine. Not expecting to see anyone, I was surprised when I saw Mark over by one of the steal counters. I wasn't that surprised and I was somewhat curious what he was up to.
Mark looked at me and smiled his wicked smile. He was a tall drink of water with unruly brown hair that always appear different for some reason. Most of the time Mark had on jeans without a shirt. If he did wear a shirt, it would be a T-Shirt with some obscure saying or bizzard image on the front. Occationally, he would wear a polo shirt with a small whole wear the little icon is usually seen. This morning Mark was shirtless.
I looked to the counter and noticed the assortment of food he was preparing. Mark told me that the refrigerators were chain locked, but that he could open the doors far enough to get a hand in. Grabbing the items he could reach he was able to get some processed cheese and ketchup. The bread was kept on top of the counter, unlocked. He had two openface cheese and ketchup sandwiches on the counter and offered me one. I decided I wasn't all the hungary and pulled out a piece of bread as the microwave beeped.
Mark opened the microwave and pulled out what I at first thought was a cup of loose leaf tea. I then noticed the stems and seeds and realized it was a hot cup of weed. Mark was always trying interesting things. We walked out of the kitchen and past the coke machine which was usually stocked with various types of beer. Mark reached down to the drop area and began to stick his whole hand up intot the compartment. He handed me his sandwich, then got on his knees and continued to pry and wiggle until his arm came out with a beer. He asked me if I wanted one and I had no reason to turn him down.
We sat outside on the grass and ate our breakfast and drank our beer. Mark suddenly popped up and told me he'd be right back. I sat in the grass and looked up toward the clear bright morning sky. I felt like it was going to be a beautiful day. That's about the only thought I had in my head.
Down the road I could make out a biker heading toward me. I watched as he approached and soon realized it was Ray. Ray was a happy sort of fellow who rode his bike in an ackward, unatheletic manner. When he saw me he smiled and said, "Good morning, fine day". I was about to say something when he turned into the entry walk and his bike slid out from under him. It happened quite fast and the next thing I knew, Ray was sliding along the ground with an odd look on his face.
I thought it was interesting that he slide so far without stopping. It came to me that the walk was recently painted with an emblem of the house and that the surface must be fairly slick. Anyway, Ray eventually stopped and I got up to give him a hand with his bike. His knee was bleeding, but he smiled at me and said he was fine. He probably just said that because he was embarassed and I was embarassed too, so I simply acted like I was fine with him saying he was fine. I smiled also, I don't know why.
Mark returned with a backgammon board and asked what had happened to Ray's knee. Ray told him that he fell, but he was fine and Mark was fine with that.
