I
contacted Hamad on Sunday about bowling on tuesday, but he said that
he couldn't on tuesday. Wednesday worked much better for him.We met
up at Crenshaw Lanes around four. Hamad was waiting, having already
got a lane and was in the process of lacing up his shoes.i quickly
rented my shoes, grabbed a ball and joined him on lane 7. I made
small talk while we knocked down a few frames. I asked what he liked
to read and he just smiled at me for a minute. i then asked what his
favorite book was, to which he responded Harry Potter. i then tried
to ask where he was in the series and he admitted that hadn't read
all of it yet and had seemingly selected the third book at reandom.
he told me that he read though it but couldn't understand most of
tre words and found it difficult to follow the story as result. he
confided that he had seen the films and that this did help him
understand some plot points, but mostly he just liked the story from
what he had taken from the movies. We kept bowling and the
conversation switched to our school studies. Hamad asked what I
studied and when I was going to graduate. I told him about my art
history classes and my writing classes. He didn't seem to interested,
so the conversation switched to tv shows. apparently Hamad didn't
watch much tv, so most o the conversation was me explaining that some
tv is made with movie level quality. he still didn't seem too
receptive. It felt like Hamad was doing what he could to keep his
answers short but he did it with a smile so I'm not sure if he didn't
feel as comfortable talking or was disinterested and was just being
polite. At this point we had played two games, the last of which
Hamad had beat me 128 to 74. I didn't have anymore money, so we
parted ways. I told him if he needed anything or just wanted to talk
to call me
if he needed anything.
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