March 4, 2017

We were in the middle of watching JoJo and before we started the next episode, I told everyone that I was going to shower and would be right back. We were on strike for something, but I didn’t know what. When I stepped out of the shower stall, I was informed that we couldn’t be on strike because we weren’t a part of anything in the first place. I looked up to see hundreds of blue bottles of shampoo on the metal racks on the wall.

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We were walking through the park in the early foggy morning. As we walked past the stone pillars* we would pull off the heads before placing them back on. We eventually entered a small glass enclosure that led to the steps down to what felt like a parking lot. We stood in the stairwell, drawing on the dry erase walls with marker. We had gotten a call that the police were looking for us. Someone suggested that we needed to “eat and get out fast”.

He said that he never bought textbooks.

–* I really don’t know a better word to use.