The black and the tie dyed sheep
In middle school, my first cousin Kent came to live with us temporarily. I was in 6th grade. Kent came from Washington DC, was taken away from his friends and made to live with us in Charter Oaks. He lived in our basement. If you have ever been to Charter Oaks, you know the basement was not huge, but it was his domain. Thank goodness he had his own space. I was fascinated by Kent. One of his chores was to take the garbage out to the dumpster. He would use this as an excuse to light up and smoke cigarettes as he walked down the front of all the townhouses, and then make a 90 degree angle cut over to the dumpsters. He would stay down there until he was almost done with the butt and then come back to the house. I used to watch him out the window in my room on the second floor in the front of the house. I had not known Kent before this, from nothing more than holiday visits. He was the polar opposite of Christy and I - we fo...