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Mason sits on his bed, chatting with a COLLEGE GIRL, who looks around his room. There is a large graffiti mural on the wall behind him.
COLLEGE GIRL
(points to the mural)
Oh, that's cool.
MASON
Thanks.
COLLEGE GIRL
You did that?
MASON
Yeah.
COLLEGE GIRL
Wow. How long have you been doing
that for?
MASON
Not very long. Um, I went to this
camp thing just this past summer.
COLLEGE GIRL
They have a camp for graffiti?
MASON
Well, they call it "urban art".
COLLEGE GIRL
Oh.
MASON
So it sounds, you know, less illegal,
but... it was really just a way to
get free spray paint.
COLLEGE GIRL
Cool. So is this your tag? Is that --
do they still call it...?
MASON
Yeah, but you know, it's just letters
that I'm good at writing.
COLLEGE GIRL
Oh. K...
MASON
E.
COLLEGE GIRL
E. Z. J. O. Kezjo. That's cool.
MASON
It doesn't really mean anything,
though.
The College Girl notices a picture of Mason and his Dad leaning against the GTO.
COLLEGE GIRL
Is that your dad?
MASON
Yeah.
COLLEGE GIRL
Where's he live?
MASON
In Houston.
COLLEGE GIRL
Get to see him much?
MASON
Yeah, yeah. Some weekends, and over
the summer.
COLLEGE GIRL
Cool.
MASON
So you're a student of my mom's,
right?
COLLEGE GIRL
Mm-hm. Yeah, she's uh, I got one
class with her. Yeah, she's cool.
MASON
How's she doing? You know, is she --
is she a good teacher and everything?
COLLEGE GIRL
Yeah! She's great. She's super
smart and she cares, you know, she
makes it interesting. She's probably
even my favorite teacher.
Mason nods.