Journal Snippets 7.3.11
Samson, Aunt Missy’s white German Shepard, died yesterday. It was odd that she called me considering I never had any real relationship with him. He would spook any time I walked in the room, bark like a maniac, until he found the quickest escape. If cornered he would pace towards me slowly, never letting his eyes drift from mine, getting ever closer… and dart out of the door as fast as his bad hips would take him. At Arikka’s & Co.’s graduation party Samson circled around the drunken bonfire suspiciously, wary of the fire and loud music. At some point Jared stumbled up the stairs, trying to find a place to sleep and he found Samson. Samson chased him out of the room, waking Bruce who laughingly described Jared as “that moron, pussy-kid” over cereal the next morning. We came back in the house to find Jared naked at the bottom of the stairs, eyes closed and mumbling something no one could hear over my laughter.
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Day 6 of my FutureSearch Trials visit is starting to wind down. I’ve been given a placebo, or so it seems, so I’ve sat around bored for $200 a day. It will spring me out of my money slump and get me back on track to living how I like to live: drunk and full of seven-dollar diner food. My mind keeps floating to the idea that is Australia. I say idea because it seems to be some mythical land, a new reality as tangible as Narnia. In my mind’s-eye, an unreliable predictor, I see sand, tall-blonde women, wine, smiles and a terrifying sense of newness. I think that sounds just fine.
