Chapter 2: Foothill 187

9/12/10

Today was a crazy day. I had a I gotta get crap done attitude. I woke up early we'll for me that's at 10:30am and I got dressed in a black and white shrug strip shirt,  black tights, black mini Bob Dylan look-a-like boots, and a black hat. As i walked down to the Paseo in old town Pasadena I got a million stares and honks but i didn't let it ruin my day. I sat down at the bus stop waiting for the bus, until a man came up to me swearing he knew me, he was annoying his skin looked tough like leather his, eyes staring at my chest. he kept trying to woow me with his charm I got up and walked away while he was talking he called me a bitch and it made me smile.later on that day i was coming home from the

Santa Anita mall and i went on the 187 going home a man sitting across me started talking about art with me he was creeping looking but he was some what nice. he asked to sketch me so i sad yes. i didn't expect him to create this.