while smoking, i saw a wandering fellow with a very nice camera looking rather lost and asked if he was indeed lost.
"yes, i'm looking for foster hall."
"oh, it's right there. are you taking pictures?"
"yes, i wish i could give you my card."
"it's okay, i wouldn't have much use for it."
"oh well, i figured you might be an aspiring photographer. i've been working for national geographic for ten years and i won two pulitzers. isn't that funny?"
"yeah, that's funny. what are you taking pictures for?"
"oh, i'm not sure."
(he pulls out a very pretty picture of obama.)
"i took this one. isn't that funny?"
"yes, that's funny. what's your name?"
"dan dry. i'm pretty famous."
"oh. i'm eliot."
"not to be confused with eliot spitzer."
"no."
"are you an undergraduate here?"
"yes, i just finished--"
"okay, i'm going to go. have a good day."
how funny.
i did my second day of poetry camp today and it was fabulous,
i'm sprouting poems just a bit faster than my calf muscles are growing hard.
tasty samples to come soon.
xray-ed jalapeno compliments of dan dry.
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