Sunday
Gold Eagle, a diner in town, changed its name every couple years -- the rumor was that it was owned by Albanian mobsters, who switched ownership regularly as part of some sort of tax dodge. We continued calling it Gold Eagle even when it became Michael's.
Why did I have breakfast with one of my brother's best friends? Well, he looked up to me and considered me a friend, too. He wanted my advice about something -- I think he was moving to live with his mom down in Atlanta soon -- and wanted to catch up before he moved.
I didn't expect to see Chad, but learned that he'd already failed out of Western Illinois, where he and Mike P. were roommates. Mike was still hanging on by a thread, but had an awful GPA by the end of the school year and stuck around for summer school and was done.
Griffin's Tale was a children's theatre troupe that was just getting started. I joined after an impromptu audition in the dorm cafeteria -- the troupe's founder, Amy, lived in the dorm, and was impressed by my improvised tale of chasing a balloon. She made me assistant director. And we had meeting that night to prep for auditions later in the week.
Monday
Another lost day.
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