My assignment is to capture two poisonous snakes. I manage to capture a king cobra (although it bites me), but the other snake gets away from me. I go home.
I sit on my backyard porch and read. Every once in a while, something that looks like a giant upside-down microphone dips into my view. It's attached to my neighbor's roof. I ask my dad about it, and he thinks it's part of an antennae for our neighbors, but I think the neighbors are spying on me.
I am in Washington, D.C. with scores of other young people. We wait in line to have a chance to chat with President Clinton individually. The guy behind me, who seems a bit eccentric, tells me many interesting stories about the president, and I decide that when it's my turn to speak to Clinton, I'm going to ask if it's true that he likes to roll carts of chocolates up to the people he loves. But I never get a chance to speak to him.
Now I'm in a trendy store (Urban Outfitters?), where I eagerly seek v-string underwear.
