Last night I was sitting on one of the beds in the hotel I was in with threeother chicks flipping through the channels on the TV when I saw Clintonspeaking. I stopped it on CNN Headline News as all three girls startedyelling at Clinton so I couldn’t hear where he was speaking. I wondered ifthat was the Longview stop. Then they switched to a commercial, so I went onto Dukes of Hazard. That was one of my favorite shows growing up. I neverknew that it was slamming white trash. It was just about my part of thecountry. The South. I…
Stephen made a point about no true altruism existing in the world last night in the B&N parking lot. I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and pulled out a dollar bill and handed it to him. Neither he nor Karen would take it, but Cris Hyatt did. Then she tried to give it back to me, but I wouldn’t take it. I’m entirely too generous. I leave large tips wherever I go. Last night my bill for my tea and the cheese fries I split with Hyatt was $4 something, but I left a two dollar tip.…
“Yesterday was weird,” I said. “How so?” asked Andy. “Well, it all started, I suppose, when the Pepsi machine started spitting out free drinks.” It was true. I walked into the fine arts building yesterday to find Stephen and company coming into the hall from the stairwell. “Jonah!” he exclaimed, “You want to steal something, don’t you?” My eyes lit up. “The Coke machine is giving free Cokes. Just hit a button and it’ll give you what you want. For free!” “But I don’t drink soft drinks.” “That’s okay! They have other things as well!” “7UP, you like 7UP?” “Do…
I decided tonight. I can’t go to law school. I don’t have it in my heart.I mean, I probably wouldn’t mind it, I might even enjoy it. But it’s notwhat’s burning inside of me. It’s too practical for one thing. Dad asked how I was going to put food onthe table when I came home late tonight if I didn’t do something practical.“I don’t care about that,” I said, “I don’t care if I don’t eat. I don’tcare if I don’t have any posessions. Do you understand?” He said, yes, heunderstood. He used to be like that. Then he got…
Insult to injury. That’s what it is. I was talking to someone else when Stephen came into God and Suffering classyesterday morning and sat on the other side of me. When I finally paidattention to him, he was busily drawing a chart on a piece of notebook paper.“This,” he said, looking up, “is proof of the conspiracy that they’re out toget me.” I raised my eyebrows. “My favorite shirt is missing,” he pointedto where he had written “shirt.” A line led upward to a question mark.“It’s been missing for two weeks. I don’t know who took it.” He lifted his…