this looks better if you enlarge it being at school is incredibly weird, in a setting that feels terrible at times a place with big stores and cars and people in nice clothes, isn't this what i tried to leave in the first place? i took the minibus home to my mama's house and she was waiting for me on the porch kissed me on the cheek and brought me inside to the hiv/aids support group meeting i did not sit in the corner, i sat on the couch in the middle this time, my sixth time most of the same people but this time also a man who came to the clinic today that stayed afterwards to talk to me we sat on the porch, on flimsy lawn chairs i watched a dog licking an empty plastic food container across the street i watched ants crawling out of it it's ear was bleeding, on the side, a lot, it was dried a little, into it's brown fur no one was paying attention to it the man who stayed after to talk to me was a friend of a friend's, said mama he told me how he was raped in prison, and this is how he contracted hiv he went into very graphic detail and spoke very slowly, talking about the skin of the man that raped him how it felt in his ankles, he told me it hurt his ankles the way that the man was doing it he told me how it felt with one syllable adjectives, in english, in seemlingly hundred syllable adjectives, in xhosa i felt like my blood slowed down, the theme of this entire experience he said, mama thandiwe says you take very good photos, like your pictures could be in the newspaper! i said, she is just saying that because she likes me you can take my picture if you want, for yourself i said, it's okay, i just want to talk to you if that is okay i didn't deserve to take his picture it wouldn't have looked right i could tell it wouldn't have been right, so i didn't bother i could tell, it wouldn't have been what i wanted it to be, and it would have killed me to show him as anything less than gentle, or sweet he zipped up his jacket i looked at the whiskers on his face he said he went to jail for ten years for selling drugs, he said he never did drugs once himself he said, the white kids in the nice schools, they love coke, and he said, the black kids in the bad schools, they love tick what is tick, i said he said, i think americans call it meth i said, oh then he made fun of my american accent and then he said, what else was i to do he drank a cup of hot tea that i made for him with milk and sugar he crossed his legs very well and he said he did not ever feel sorry for himself only for his country, in general he said, now that the president of south africa has stepped down from his position this past weekend because of charges of corruption and because of party pressure you are going to be in for a very interesting time in south africa (as if i wasn't already, i thought) he said, there might be riots my mama said, some people are upset, but there won't be riots he said again, there could be riots, do not ever say there will not be riots in south africa, you will be selling the people short, there is a big protest tomorrow i said nothing and got him some more tea i pet the dog with the broken ear mama said do not pet the dogs they will bite you i folded the tablecloth i re-filled the free condom dispenser by the front door i did the dishes i played twenty questions with nelisa i don't know it's very satisfying to me, to type or write "i don't know", "i don't understand" a form of three word relief

I hope I got this right: the finest caff in Llanberis, Pete's Eats. Ideal for a large breakfast after a day of serious leisure activity amongst the mountains, bogs, rocks and sheep.