I was lost in reverie, once. There are some bad parts of town in reverie. Parts of town where they jaywalk and stuff.
You better know where you’re going in reverie.
Yes, I remember Hot Pants.
There was this girl who sat in front of me in Algebra class.
She was the best thing in that Algebra class. She’s about the only thing I remember from that Algebra class.
That and letters are numbers.
Still haven’t figured that one out.
“A = 7”
OK.
9 = Rutabaga
Prove it doesn’t.
I sat beside one of the prettiest girls in school in French class. To my benefit she wasn’t terribly bright. Every time we had a test scheduled she’d wear a very short skirt or dress and hide a cheat sheet under it on her thigh. Oh, I used to love watching her cheat on tests. C’est magnifique!