I walked into the smoke filled coffee shop to meet Devon. Devon is
18 years old, a senior in high school. He likes art and is currently
taking college art classes. I have only meet Devon once before, in the
mall. He caught my eye because he was wearing a pink fuzzy sweater, a
pair of army pants, and a pair of combat boots.
I looked for Devon at the coffee shop but he wasn't there. I was
20 minutes early so I took a seat next to a small round table. The only
thing on the table was an ashtray. I could see the smoke lingering from
the top of the dim lit room.
The door opened and Devon walked in. This time he was dressed in
all black with a pair of bright red shoes on. He walked confidently,
slouched over with a slight strut. He waved at some people in the corner
booth and smiled, the people waved back and yelled, "Hay, Devon."
As he looked in my direction I waved at him to get his attention.
When he reached the table I shook his hand and introduced myself. He
introduced himself "Hi my name is Devon." He sat down on the other side
of the small table.
Devon is well known in the coffee shop. He goes to the coffee shop about
3 times a week and tries to meet someone new every time he goes. He is
really nice and it's not hard for him to make friends. Almost everyone
in the shop know who he is. If he sees someone he doesn't know he'll go
up and talk to them.
Devon told me why he dressed the way he does, "I do it to show
people that everyone is different and to like them for who they are."
Devon does not take a look at anybody and judge them for that one look.
When he meets someone he automatically likes them, once he gets to know
them he makes his decision not to like them if that's the case. As Devon
lit up a cigarette and took a puff he told me about some of his life.
"I haven't dressed like this all of my life. One day I got all wet
when my family went to the lake. I put on a pair of my dad's clothes and
the were big and baggy on me. As we pulled in the driveway to our house
one of my friends saw me and told me I looked like a freak. I smiled and
went inside to change. As I thought about it, it made since to me that
most people are different. I started dressing like this to prove I'm a
normal person with real feelings."
He told me all the names people called him and that it really
didn't bother him that much. "I think I've been called every name in the
book," he explained. He just can't believe people could say this and not
know anything about him. He likes himself and doesn't care what anyone
Before I left, I thanked Devon for sharing a piece of his life with
me. "No problem, happy to help you out," he said. I shook his hand once
again and left the coffee shop with a greater respect for people that may
look a little different, and a new friend.