Always Writing

Today I ran into Remy on the sidewalk downtown. We always shake hands and hug. He loves Lily. Today as usual he was carrying his black and white composition notebook. He loves to write gory sci-fi stories. Sometimes I run into him and he'll be all decked out in ladies stockings, shoes, braided hair, heels, and eye make-up. Today he was wearing a sweatshirt and brown pants and sneakers. Once I saw his bare arm, full of scars. I always ask him about his writing.