What’s the word, Hummingbird? I keep asking Moonie what’s the word and he keeps on doing what he’s doing, which is reading one of the books from the school or painting one of his imaginary bird girls.
He’s not writing lately, I’ve looked and he keeps leaving off the story of why we’re here. I tell him and tell him to get with it but he smiles and continues reading and painting and not writing.
So it’s left with me. I know that he’ll write again when he’s finished some of the books he’s inhaling. As soon as he finishes some of the bird girls. As soon as we move on from this little place. As soon as he tires of the rules of the school and town. As soon as the teachers start to get jealous of his mind. As soon as the jocks get tired of his independence. As soon as the weather starts getting cold. As soon as he tires of watching the tv shows on the set in the house (he laughs out loud at the one show he watches every day, The Big Bang Theory) – I think he relates somehow to the males in the show. As soon as authority people try to tell us what to do with everyday then we’ll move on.
I’m not ready yet.
I like the school, the kids, the university, the teachers, the books, the clubs, the movement from one hour to the next.
But I’ll tire of it soon and want to see what’s next.
Back to Moonie galoonie. I’ll go ahead and tell about the crazies.
Part One
Sooooooo, can you guess? Mysterious reader. If there is a reader, that is.
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