sixteen
Diesel’s Portrait
“You love art, Santiago, and some of the students' work is exceptional.” I said, not mentioning that I was the subject of a few of the paintings. We were walking down Franklin Street toward the Anderson Gallery. They were holding an exhibition of the most talented students' work.
“I’m looking forward to it.” Santiago grinned, then pointed at a jogger. “That guy is freeballing. Isn’t it too cold to be dressed like that?”
The man had only a pair of sneakers on, and cutoff gray sweatpants. His junk was bouncing with every step, and I chuckled. “He obviously craves attention. Got to admit, it’s kind of hypnotic to watch.”
“What’s that phrase you always say? Oh, yes, bless his heart.” Santiago cackled.
I laughed along with him, and realized that aside from our up
