Seeing Kevin After Australia  I see my friend Kevin Simpson, since I have returned from Australia. He has cut his hair. I am excited to see him. I run towards him and slide on the ground. I spin around on the ground in a circle on my side. We talk about ice fishing.  There is a little grubby/dirty boy in a room. There is a poster of a scantily clad woman on the wall in the room. The boy is playing a video game.