At Alex’s birthday, the sun was shining. Jonpol felt like shit from misbehaving all week. There was food, and toys, and a jumping house where Riverbed asked eight-year-old children, “Can you do this?” and he jumped high and bounced on his ass, high enough to land on his feet. The children then attempted the feat and Riverbed tried a back-flip, but landed on his face. Angelo, Reilly, and Riverbed spoke of Tao Lin. Angelo recited Tao’s whale poem for ten minutes. They played with the pet turtles, and the turtles tried to crawl away. They laughed at the turtle with patches of green moss growing from its shell. They were told it got trimmings, like a real lawn. The patch always grew back. They were told that the moss might be left to grow to form a shape like a live, moving Chia Pet. There was a cake shaped like a television character Alexito loved and more gifts and a piñata that Riverbed held up so the children could swing at it. They missed and hit Riverbed’s thighs. They got the piñata, after bruising Riverbed’s thighs. Riverbed and Cleaver stayed till the sun came down, and then headed to el metro. En el metro, it was dark and the night was orange.