An evening babysitting with Rae.

Snapshot #1

I am in Tripps with a very large church group. I am the only person under the age of 60 that is not a 4 year old, or an employer of Tripps.

Snapshot #2

I am at the Asheville Tourists game, still with the wwc church group. They start talking god. Jaden (the boy I sit) farts on me a whole bunch then goes bonkers because his gpops thinks it's a wonderful idea to give him HI-C (aka sugarsugarsugarsugar). (Also, apparently chicken tenders make you fart? Something to keep in mind when feeding a four year old).

Snapshot #3

The only way to make boredom feel productive(and sometimes frustrating) is to have a Rubik's cube; however, I was a little too distracted to solve shit, so the women sitting on all sides of me started asking me questions and telling me their live stories. Things went down hill when I told them I was a Creative Writing Major. They started talking about their favorite dime store novels.

Snapshot #4

Pouring rain.




I don't know what it is, but people always feel inclined to confide their life stories, secrets, and their idiosyncrasies in me. I like listening. It provides good perspective, excitement, whatever, but few people are ever interested in asking my story. So, I'm going to tell it.


Just kidding.

You won't know unless you care. I guess that weeds out those apathetic fucks, anyways.