Chapter 1 

It was a crazy party at Fid's house he rented off Telegraph Avenue. People glided in and out in various forms of intoxication. A guy was off in the corner strumming a 60's ballad on his guitar and it seemed out of place. An activist was trying to pick up a student who was with someone else and the someone else dismissed the activist as a "revolutionary...who does revolution any more?" And then he glared at the activist. At the center of it was a wild gyrating woman who twirled around each person she, apparently liked or knew and did a dance. She bent in front of me and stuck her hand down my shirt and felt for my man tits but I didn't have anything so she rubbed the fat I had aquired over some time.

David Eide
January 24, 2014