Thursday Sept 19th
As the crisp cool fall air rushes over the city of Boston, I begin to grapple with the reality that this is my new beginning, a fresh start. Reflecting on my history of adventure, I cannot conclude if I should classify this period as an end or beginning. My frontal lobe is nearing development and my neurons are crystalizing into their permanent forms. I find a city bench overlooking the murky pond of the Boston Commons, as if just maybe if I stare hard enough my soul will relfect back to me from the surface. I notice a discrepancy and lurch closer to get a better view. Overlooking my reflection I see a yucky old lady. Its me from the future. Shes bitter and old and begins to scream at me for being a dumbass. So fair.
Thursday June 27th
It's the beginning of the sweltering hot summer here in Raleigh North Carolina, cook an egg on the sidewalk type of day, and I am wandering through this ghost town of a campus as the students have parted ways in persuit of family comfort or cold hard cash. As I make it about a mile away from my humble adobe, I quickly begin to question my decision making authority as I now must venture back. Dripping sweat, I sit down to catch my breath. All of the sudden as I glance up at the blinding sun, I notice an unusual hue of light. Before I know it I have been adbucted into an alien spacecraft, and chosen as their pawn to destroy the earth.
Saturday March 23nd
Alright so I hop in my busted up sedan and start her up in the persuit of a ice cold refreshing cup of joe, as any youngster would do on a Saturday morning. As I am whipping out of the parking garage (only minimal damage to surrounding vehicles) I scan my card on the gate. Windows down, crusing down Hillsborough Street, my eyes lock on the target. THE ONE AND ONLY Randy Woodson. I slam on the breaks in persuit of a foul cat call but he beats me to the race. To my astonishment, he yells my full name and informs me that "I am the best student to ever walk these god forsaken grounds since the University became accredited". I simply nod in agreement and drive off as I have bean water on my mind.
Tuesday February 13th
What a wild shift. So today I clock in, 10:37 sharp (running late) and go to check the buffet. Today is the exotic meat special. Imported crocodile, kangaroo, mystery meat... idk about that one. Anyways, man comes in. Wearing a sharp looking suit with a shiny badge. I know instantly, it's the Fenway Food critic. This guy is cracked. He can name every seasoning and spice with just 27 chews of a bite. I try explain to him that he must be a member to eat at the U-Club exotic meat bar but before I can even finish my sentence he comes around the host stand and writes himself in. It is simply above my pay grade to intervene. As he walks back over to the lunch buffet I observe him scratching in notes to a tiny leather bound notebook. Very thorough investigation of the presentation. He picks up a plate and holds it to the light, then pulls a microfiber handkerchief to polish it with.