There was nothing to do out in the country. If you had a car then you could drive around on the weekends. If you were really bored you could get drunk then drive.

His first time driving drunk in the country was thrilling. Peter had ripped down M-49 going 75 mph...

Back at home the hunger came. Maybe not hunger. When Dick thought about it his belly was still full. Instead his mouth was craving something. Something sweet, sour, and crispy. Like Chinese food. They had just feasted an hour earlier and here he was: craving something new. He wondered whether...

Jimmy took a sip of the  coffee with his yes closed. Mid grade. Decent. not good. Not bad.

He kept his eyes closed and took another long sip. Then he opened them and saw the branding on it. It was his favorite cafe. Suddenly the coffee tasted better.

"you got any plans...

The weekend came and Jimmy threw one of the biggest parties Dick had been to. Jimmy didn't even live in town. He would make friends with anybody who would visit Dick during the week and tell them they should come over to chill this weekend.

Come Saturday people came peeking in....

He was hungover. But it was a good day. The project had been completed and turned in on time. This meant he didn't need to worry about deadline s for another month. Finals week. That would be hell. But didn't need to worry about that now. The rest of this...

As the  urine flowed, the lemon smell was replaced by the smell of coffee. His piss smelled like black caffeine. Of course he knew coffee and caffeine weren't one in the same. But given that his only source of caffeine was from coffee, in his head, caffeine smelled like coffee.

There...

He could hear his mom's voice in his head. She would've wanted him to pick the burrito. He hadn't eaten since lunch. His brain wouldn't be able to think without food. Bur right now he needed to do everything possible to stay awake.

Funny that he had stayed up this late...

In fact, when Dick thought about it. All his favorite things in life were free. His favorite tool. His favorite memories. And now here he was. Sitting in the study lounge thinking about how if only he had money he would be so happy. Why would things be different this...

His computer was a piece of crap.  windows machine. Not an  Apple like the design kids and artists. And not a  linux like the hackers. Instead he had a crappy windows machine. A PC. He remembered those ads. Where the PC was the old white man in a suit while...

Dick still went by the name Dick. He was the only person under 50 who actually went by that name.

Dick was twirling a pencil in the study lounge. Trying to memorize the periodic table. But all he could think about was summer. Damn it was only October. And here he...