I walk up a small hill in the park near where I live and think about my recent anger towards a friend of a friend. Said friend cheats on his girlfriend. I think he needs a lot of attention from women. As I walk up the hill I start thinking about how this friend might be gay. I feel bad and silly about making assumptions about him, but somehow the idea that he acts like this because he can't admit he's gay suddenly gives me closure. I sit on a bench on top of the hill and observe a father and his child in the evening sun.