Face and I passed backyards and gangways and dumpsters, piles of garbage, a garage with a large gang tag that’d been x’d out and inverted in red. // A pit bull rushed up to the gate of a chainlink fence, barking at us. It made sideways eye contact with me, going, ‘Oorv, oorv.’ Part of me wanted to grab it by the head and kiss it right on the lips then let it eat my face off. // The other part of me wanted the exact same thing.