Matrix (Home for Xmas)
I need the program for 3rd Period Gym
I got him to come get me after I’d stuffed myself as much as possible on warmed over pasta and Millionaire’s Cake (“It’s got pineapple in it.”) We were going to the Lube. Maybe Reznor would show up, but that didn’t matter. I hadn’t seen Casino since, oh, 1996?
The Lube is about two miles from my house.
As with Vail, Afflerbach, and, uh… oh yeah, Gammon… It’s as though a day hasn’t passed. We began by summing up the present, home-for-the-holidays motif with the following exchange on the way to the car:
BM: Man…
GC: Oh, you bet. I been here five days!
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That covered that. I only had a couple of questions, and they were both about names of girls I’d forgotten… Girls that we used to talk to at the 31 Flavors or Putt-Putt or at the theater between viewings of Total Recall, that time when we decided to keep viewing Total Recall.
This involved “downloading the High School matrix” which allows you to manouver beige hallways with all the skill of… oh hell, “downlading the High School Matrix” is the punchline.
That accomplished, we promptly got lost in that weird part of Sharon past Florida Street, and I wondered whether the Milk Barn Beer Distributor would have American Spirits (I was sure they’d be “plum out” of Gauloises).
Climbing West Hill, we talked of future plans. I gave my Risk (the game)-based analysis of where we could possibly live; how Pittsburgh is a Fischer-Price City, etc., and Casino gave the best metaphor for anyone feeling out-of-place when visiting that well-known, but always inscrutable place called home:
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