I am in San Francisco. I am looking for a place to stay. However, I walk too far and miss the street I was to turn on. I go through these backyards to get to it. There is a father and son who are climbing through these “ruins” of yards with abandoned, torn down houses. I follow them.
We eventually get to a place to stay. It is like an abandoned building, though there are some other people there as well. The man, his son and I stay in a large room. We share this box of cereal like Chex Mix. The boy is around eight years old. the boy goes off somewhere and I talk with the dad. I ask him about himself. He has seven kids and two of them have mental illnesses. I talk with the boy. I ask him if he wants to finish the Chex Mix. He does. There is a hat that can be made from the left over wrapper from the cereal. He and I put it on him and he shows his dad. The dad asks my name and I tell him. I ask him his name and about climbing through old ruins with his son, but he gets a phone call and I don’t get an answer.
Feeling: happy and content