Tuesday July 3 – Monday July
9, 1990 Understood
I think parts of this week
were fun. Still pissed about fighting
with Danny. The SOX were part of a truly
historic thing and I wasted the good feeling arguing with a guy who was
supposed to be my friend. We were
supposed to come back to DeKalb together but we haven’t spoken since our stupid
argument.
Megs drove me back to school
on Tuesday. We hung out most of the day
and did nothing. We took a break from
doing nothing to go out and buy cigarettes.
I asked her, “Aren’t you suppose to be working?”
“I quit,” she said.
I didn’t ask any
questions. Megs never gives away too
much. It’s not that she loves that job
but what else is she doing? Well, if she
doesn’t give a shit, why should I?
I did not show up to a single
meeting of the Intro to Political Philosophy class this week. I knew at least one or two of the week’s
meetings were cancelled so I cancelled the ones that weren’t already cancelled.
Spent quality time with Bill
Garver and his family in the little Kingdom of Prindle. Saw washed up bands sleepwalk their way
through their mid-tempo hits and hung out with Shawn. We can only hope to one day be in a washed up
band sleepwalking our way through anything.
The rest of the week involved
road drinking in Arlington Heights, DeKalb drinking, and home drinking Saturday
in Joliet with Megs and Jimmy and Ronnie.
Had a weird talk with Jimmy and maybe I will come back to that later.
Frisch asked me to walk with
him to his office after class. He spent
most of last week in DC for a panel discussion on and celebration of the lives
of Adams and Jefferson. He scheduled
some guest speakers and said he was disappointed when Mr. S told him I didn’t
come to the guest lecture’s talk on Xenophon and Plato.
MF: “There are some things
here you don’t want to miss this summer.”
Me: “I know.”
MF: “You shouldn’t miss any
more classes this summer.”
Me: “I won’t.”
MF: “I’m not going to bother
talking to you about this again.”
Understood.