I ran into Erika at the opening for the Mexican American Cultural Center here in Austin. She was there with her mom.
"Hey girl - you never got me to write a word on you."
"My bad. Here you can still do it."
I pulled out a marker (miracle of miracles that I actually had a marker on me) and handed it to her. She wrote "mami" in the crease of my arm.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
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