the other ryan

just now when typing out my final paper for japanese architecture, my mind wandered through a series of images and word associations until landing on the memory of this friend i had as a child. i don't remember his whole name, only ryan. and not my other friend ryan, who i haven't really talked to in a long time anyway. no this ryan was the kid who always had to wear sunglasses and me and my mom bought him a basketball for his sixth birthday. all of a sudden, he moved away to somewhere on the other side of houston. i hadn't thought about him in a few years and being so young, it's hard to recall anything more than the glasses and basketball. so if you're that kid, let me know. there's only one week of classes left.