When I got home last night, Dan and Steph told me to go look at the sidewalk in front of our apartment building.
Once there, I saw several small drawings in chalk, mostly of flowers and kitties, and: a detailed rendering of Trogdor, the Burninator!
Last summer was "The Summer of Phone Tag," named so because I couldn't reach anyone. This year is "The Summer of Trogdor," partly because Trogdor just keeps coming up in conversation, but also because my roommates and I are nineteen, we pay rent and electric bills. We work hard and drink like sailors. We use "fuck" in nearly every sentence we utter. And yet... Outside our building is a picture of Trogdor, drawn in sidewalk chalk.
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