As I’m waiting for the bus I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look over and it’s someone I recognize. He’s wearing a long-sleeve, black shirt over black BDU’s and bondage bracelets. “Do you want to play kick ball?” he asks. “No, I’m on my way to work.” “Too bad, give me a call.” He jogs back to his car, I realize that, even if I had a phone, I don’t have his number.