china and flaka come with her kids. china with her two girls, 6 and 8. out of all my friends i'm the only one who doesn't have kids. when flaka sees me she takes a step back laughing and laughing. girl, you look crazy as hell. she grabs my hand, checks out my blue ring pop, and pops one of the lolly pops sticking out of the back of my baggy jeans. checking over single detail of my costume. where did you get those she asked? i hand her a lolly pop. china and her two girls are also wearing costumes, furry leopard precipitate airs, tails, furry cuffs on their wrist, whiskers painted on with black eyeliner. her son is batman running around the pool deck with other kids flipping his batman cape. people i don't even know come around checking me out, trying to figure out my costume. everybody asking what are you supposed to be? my stepbrother quintan spots us from across the way, shouts my name. it's how he always greets me. he comes over, gives me a bear hug and i introduce him to flaka and china. he is michael jackson. he looks me up and down. are you suppose