Terry Brady at Riverton College  I'm at a gas station getting food and a drink. I want something sweet. I get pink lemonade and a video camera. My classmate Ryan Walker and my friend Kristy Puffy are there. We're on our way to a basketball game in Riverton. I think I need a tape for video camera, but a tape is in the camera when I check it. I'm with my dad driving back to our house with my siblings. My brother Wally is a third string power forward in the basketball game. He needs six liberal arts classes to graduate. I suggest that he take five classes in the fall, implying that they are easy. I'm in the Riverton High School gym. The freshman or B-squad basketball team is practicing. I am stretching. The varsity team comes in. There is a black man on the team. He is belligerent. He argues with me and gets in my face. I stand up to him, and decide to walk away. I feel strong because I was able to walk away, when I could have fought with him. I see a lady that looks like she is on the staff here and I ask her to show me where the principal's office is. I want to make a formal complaint about the man. I complain formally, and discuss my problem with the administration. The administration doesn't care and finds me guilty. My old basketball coach Terry Brady is a student at this Riverton College. The administration thinks I am retaliating and getting back at Terry for going there. This makes me angry. I say I'm going to kick the shit out of their basketball team. I leave angrily.  My home is being redone. There are holes in the roof, and there is no second floor. Some of the windows are gone. I go to the bathroom and shove a towel up a chute. I'm going to go up and get the towel from an upper level or the roof. My neighbor Gary Stein is working on the house. There are granola bars and milk chocolate chips, in green bags. These are used to patch the roof, like shingles. My mom tells me how long it will take for each item on the house to be done.