We just came back from a picnic in Wyman park... it was great, perfect weather, i brought fixins for hummus sandwiches and peter and abby made salmon salad and potato salad, and kara made ice cree. ben & his dad even showed up.... it was a good time.

however, after a time, a man that was wearing an orioles cap and missing teeth planted himself next to us. i was talking about the paul ververhoeven film the fourth man and he announced "thats me!" then he looked around and said "wait, no... four, five... six... I'm the SEVENTH man."

everyone was uncomfortably silent.

we started to chat again, amonst ourselves, and he asked for cigarettes. no one had any. we started to pack up and i gave him my iced tea. he wandered off. his name was kevin.

as we walked back to the car, we saw him standing next to the trail, huffing from a plastic bag... he was a paint huffer!