After a long day of training, I stepped off the mostly vacant Amtrak and dragged my suitcase, heavy with granola bars, into West Lafayette. Eager to see my apartment again after weeks of putting up with crazy.
Things were kinda a mess. There’s a cannon in the corner, futon fragments everywhere and there’s a sword in the coffee table. Also there’s a coffee table now.
I hopped over an 8-inch drainage pipe and carried my suitcase into my room.
My room now contained a cash register by my bed. I think Dylan and Chris were trying to tell me something. Probably that I’m too cheap.
I did this summer what I did last summer: I put on a tie, represented a major multinational corporation and endangered the health of hundreds of people. It kinda sucked because little girls were getting shot just up the street and I had to walk a mile to get to work in slacks and a tie in the summer heat.
The walls are still bleeding. Some things never change.