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Jake and Abraham
Jake just likes to sit with Mr. Lincoln. He thinks it is cute. I have a weird feeling he actually goes there to overhear high school kids. Every year thousands of high school kids visit DC to see Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Jefferson. They apparently have lots of fun. They sit on the steps of these monuments and have candy floss. Then they walk around, some of them sneak to the back sides of these monuments and smoke cigarettes. They are clearly the tourists. From Texas, Kentucky, Tennessee, Michigan, Montana, 45 other states, and a few from abroad. They are like the free spirits. Sure, they have secrets, but they can also discuss them as soon as they find a place that has less than 20 people. Jake sits in such places. He pretends to read. Then he listens. He listens and he scribbles. Wacko.
January 28th, 2008
Jake, the player
Any 6’2 good looking guy can be called that without having any idea about the guy’s personality. But Pete started calling Jake a player only after he had a rather candid conversation with Pooja. She is a sweet, sweet girl. If you ever see her walking around the campus, say hi for me. Give her a peck. She knows I like her.
So what did she tell Pete? Simply that she’s got the hots for Jake. I knew that before she knew that. To be precise, I knew that in 88, about 7 years before she (we) met Jake. It has got something to do with the fact that we went to same middle school and same high school and she knew a tall guy back then. So, she has got the hots for good looking tall guys. I never said she is utterly creative, did I? I said sweet. Sweet sweet girl. Give her a peck for me.
(Umm, yeah, we are related too, but don’t tell anyone.)
January 27th, 2008
Napping Before The Night Out
One thing that the self-confessed party animal Pete would swear by is the nap before the night out. In his so many words, “we must nap before the night out”. There was a slight problem with his nap theory. He would often wake up at 3 AM after starting his nap at 5 PM. Sometimes around at that time, if we were coming back and Jake saw him up and brushing his teeth, he would ask “Had a nice nap and ready for the kill, mate?”. If Pete saw us first, he would ask “Had a good time boys?”. I usually said nothing, since I still had that dreamy look in my eyes and the smell of perfume around me. I wanted to be around people at that time, and still not have to talk. Jake and Pete were perfect for that matter. They could talk and talk. Umesh was not good for that matter. He could talk and talk, but he also wanted responses. Its not that I would be totally silent or speaking just in monosyllables, but I usually did not want to discuss the night out.