Jack of all Dreams
This guy has all sorts of stuff on him. The first thing I remember is using these elevators on a hill. The elevators would take you to the top of the hill, the bottom, or deep down inside the earth. I was holding the door for my best friend Weston for a long, long time, and I remember forgetting which button kept the doors open.
Somehow after that I was in a 3D computer program where I would paint a 3d map of Chicago dark blue because they're all Bears fans. I was even painting Rockford, which was kind of far away. But whenever I would leave one area to cover another, it would start turning bright Red and Blue for Republicans and Democrats. "I didn't know the Loop had so many Republicans in it!" Geez. Can't we all just get along for the Bears?
Then I was talking with some of the Bears about where would be best to live in Chicago. I pointed to one place on the map, and one big, older Bear told me, "Oh, you KNOW that's one nice place." So I went there with my friends.
First, my friend Havilah was doing some laundry, and the washing machine was overflowing (which happened in real life to my parents recently). I was earnestly trying to help her, but after she left, my friend Weston had one of those private talks with me in which he said, "you know she's dying, right?" How long did she have to live? "Seven or ten years. Something like that." Then of course I was more concerned with whether she should try to get married than I was with the washing machine. There was almost this sense that it would do no good for me to worry about her and the washing machine, because I should be more focused on the important things. I remember thinking I wouldn't ever trifle with washing machines around Havilah anymore, on account of her being dead in seven years.
The last thing I remember is doing a group paper with some people at the apartment. We had a few computers, and I was doling out the tasks to the group. It was one of those dumb papers where you have to write about your experience doing the paper; a paper about a paper. I was trying to explain this to Hillery, who was having a hard time understanding.
That's all, folks!
Somehow after that I was in a 3D computer program where I would paint a 3d map of Chicago dark blue because they're all Bears fans. I was even painting Rockford, which was kind of far away. But whenever I would leave one area to cover another, it would start turning bright Red and Blue for Republicans and Democrats. "I didn't know the Loop had so many Republicans in it!" Geez. Can't we all just get along for the Bears?
Then I was talking with some of the Bears about where would be best to live in Chicago. I pointed to one place on the map, and one big, older Bear told me, "Oh, you KNOW that's one nice place." So I went there with my friends.
First, my friend Havilah was doing some laundry, and the washing machine was overflowing (which happened in real life to my parents recently). I was earnestly trying to help her, but after she left, my friend Weston had one of those private talks with me in which he said, "you know she's dying, right?" How long did she have to live? "Seven or ten years. Something like that." Then of course I was more concerned with whether she should try to get married than I was with the washing machine. There was almost this sense that it would do no good for me to worry about her and the washing machine, because I should be more focused on the important things. I remember thinking I wouldn't ever trifle with washing machines around Havilah anymore, on account of her being dead in seven years.
The last thing I remember is doing a group paper with some people at the apartment. We had a few computers, and I was doling out the tasks to the group. It was one of those dumb papers where you have to write about your experience doing the paper; a paper about a paper. I was trying to explain this to Hillery, who was having a hard time understanding.
That's all, folks!
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