making a left turn at the
same time。 ？No shit。？
？Blair； man； she？s just 。 。 。？ Nate trailed off as the image of Blair； naked； a little sweaty； laughing
at him； clouded his vision。 He just wanted to hold her again。
？I hear you； dude；？ Anthony agreed； nodding vigorously。 ？I mean； you？ve got； like； athing。 And
it？s ourlast summer。 It？s like 。 。 。 fucking carpe fucking diem； right？？
？Carpe diem。。。。？Nate pondered this。 Seize the day。 He took another deep drag and swallowed；
closing his eyes。Carpe fucking diem。 What an idea。 It was downright 。 。 。 inspiring。 He turned and
smiled appreciatively at Anthony。 He was a genius。
Or maybe he was just high？
？Seriously； man；？ Anthony continued； holding the roach。 ？I？ve been telling you； haven？t I？ It？s
time to get serious about having a good time。？
Nate nodded。 Itwas time for him to get serious about having a good time。 Fuck Coach Michaels
and his horny wife； fuck the lawn； and fuck responsibility。 He was going to seize the fucking day。
And maybe someone else； too。
the lost art of letter writing
FROM： Steve N。
TO：
Subject： Re： Announcing Inaugural Meeting；
Song of Myself （Manhattan）
Date： 9 July； 16：37：07
To whom it may concern：
It was with great delight that I read your announcement。 I desperately want to be surrounded by
like…minded peers who are as passionately devoted to the power of the written word as I am。
In the spirit of true iconoclasm； I decline to answer any of your questions。 I suspect that you？re
only really interested in independent spirits who aren？t willing to submit to your silly queries。 Rest
assured； I live by the book and I shall die b