When: August 2005
Where: Somewhere on the central coast
Who: My bubby
Book: The Mother Tongue by Bill Bryson
It was a good trip, despite the serious amount of bickering between my mother and myself, and it was clear that I shouldn’t go places with my family anymore. I think we got in a fight over the withdrawal from Gaza that was going on that very week. She went out for a walk that ended up taking a very long time, leaving me in the car with a book and my CD player. I was hungry. If you don’t know me, I’m very skinny, and must eat like crazy the moment I’m hungry. This was not great.
Next: What’s in the hatch?
When: May 2005
Who: Several classmates
Weather: Cool, foggy
Book: Animal Farm
Mr. Ortiz came into class following a midnight showing of Revenge of the Sith.
“What was it like?”
He beamed. “Best of all Six.”
For a while, I bought it because of expctations. Unfortunately, the movie was only better than the other prequels because it what it didn’t fuck up. It wasn’t a bad thing to like Star Wars, but George Lucas certainly made it a lot harder. My appreciation wore off quickly. So whenever I think of this song, I remember the shared experience of my friends and I marveling at our lowered expectations. It isn’t bad.