1) Being the person to point out, to the one person at the party(?) who didn’t know anyone else, and who was no doubt nervous, that the “strange-tasting” beer he was drinking was, in fact, a club soda.
He saw the Canada thing and figured, Molson’s.
2) Breaking Mario’s heart. My Halloween costume–The kid from Where the Wild Things Are, only it’s some years later and some shit has gone down, including: ears, tail, and a sign that says “Wild Things Stole My Money For Drugs, Then Ate My Family. Homeless and Addicted. God Bless”.
Mario, of Mario and Luigi, caught sight of me on the train, looked me straight in the eye, and said “That’s fucked up, man. I’m sorry.” I said “it’s okay, dude”. But I don’t think it was.
Some dreams die hard.
3) When my Greek teacher, in the rather small classroom, full of freshman and yours truly, suggested that the classroom seemed to be getting smaller, I suggested it was the freshman fifteen at work.
Much love,
A