I saw an inflated rubber glove billowing in the streets. Why and how were the only things I could think when I drove by it bouncing and rolling around my neighborhood. A rubber glove is weird enough, let alone an inflated one. It was almost surreal; I thought I was hallucinating.
Anyway, Blogger, it seems that our semester together is coming to an end soon. I had to keep you for creative writing, and now that the class is over, I'm not 100% sure if we'll keep in touch. I'm not much for long goodbyes, but I'll try to make an exception. I'll write what comes to me, and what gets filtered through my journals for studio classes (or maybe the opposite, I haven't decided yet.)
Ah screw it, I'll probably end up posting tomorrow, I think this is an addiction, honestly.
-Captain J. M. Sanders
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