YKG DMV: Little Friends For Peace
I observe countless empty alcohol bottles on the street corners. This seems to be too much for my 13 year old eyes to see. The location is a run down spot in Washington D.C. You may ask what am I doing here? I was thinking the same exact thing to myself. It is apparent that someone had a great Saturday night party. This is not like your usual party scene one would imagine or has seen in the movies. Something is quite dark about this scene in front of me, though it is a bright sunny day.
Somehow my eyes caught the attention of this kid hiding behind the tree playing hide and go seek with me. It is a stranger to me. Yet, I can’t ignore this magnetic attraction I feel with this little boy drawing me to him. I go approach him and say hello. His name is Steven. I say I am Ishar. He is extremely friendly, with a smile that is brighter than a rainbow. He is fragile. Nonetheless, one can’t deny the tiger spirit that I feel he exudes. He holds my hand and leads me towards this townhouse.
This is a communal townhome f