Year Six
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2016 to 2017
In September, I moved to New Brunswick, New Jersey, for graduate school. Meanwhile, Marcie finished her degree at MCAD. We were a long-distance couple for the second time in our relationship—but this time, it was only a semester before we were reunited. Marcie moved to New Brunswick in December, and we started to share an apartment. When she first walked through the door, she compared our unit to a prison because everything was grey and there were no decorations on the walls. This was unfair of her: our couch was black, not grey, and I had decorated the living room with a single 8½ x 11” printed photo of my family’s pet cat, Scout.
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New Jersey & New York City
POV: you, a clueless tourist, ask three seasoned New Yorkers for directions to Flavor Town.
Two Flavor Town pilgrims are about to discover that Guy Fieri’s famous Donkey Sauce is actually just mayonnaise and paprika.
Marcie always asks me to swap plates with her once our meals arrive.
A big round goofball poses next to SpongeBob SquarePants.
After a single year of graduate school, my body is twisted and warped.
ML: Brian is playing a game where a three-year-old pope declares a crusade against Catholic France.
“And, lo, the fox-head headlamp, which they saw in the East, went before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was” – Matthew 2:9 (KJV)
Dressed as bandits, we plot to rob this train—but it has already been robbed by New Jersey Governor Chris Christie’s system-wide cuts to the state’s infrastructural budget, which have contributed to cascading technical failures and a critical shortage of transit personnel.
Marcie shows off the trophy that she stripped from her latest kill.