A LOCAL PRODUCTION COMPANY (GREY MATTER), IS PRODUCING A VIDEO FOR A NEW I-POD TYPE PRODUCT. THEY ARE LOOKING FOR EDGY AND COOL COLLEGE KIDS TO APPEAR IN THE VIDEO. THE VIDEO WILL SHOOT IN BOSTON ON THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 2, AND PAYS $200.00.
PLEASE COME BY THE CAREER SERVICES OFFICE AND MEET THE PRODUCER and AUDITION. WE ARE SPECIFICALLY LOOKING FOR VERY COOL, ALTERNATIVE COLLEGE KIDS, SO IF YOU HAVE DYED HAIR, TATOOS, PIERCINGS, EVEN BETTER! WE WILL BE HIRING 8 TOTAL KIDS, SO ALL TYPES SHOULD NOT HESITATE TO APPLY!
It’s Thanksgiving of some year. As I’m exiting mom and dad’s room, I can see Joan in the living room from the hall. Grandma is in our room. She is visibly upset, and says so.
At some point, we’re having a family meeting – seriously, with a projector and a map and stuff. After a while, I realize that it’s my speech teacher, Tom Dunn, who’s giving the demonstration. I look over to the side, and see a Sonic the Hedgehog paused onscreen, with Tails and Knuckles standing behind them. They’re in a plain and boring looking suburban level, complete with white picket fences
At some point Paul Majeski comes around. We have a rousing talk, and then I realize that the real Paul Majeski could not possibly know what this one does, so I wake up.
A series of dreams occur around the vicinity of my bed in no discernable order.
-A horrifying man with fish lips and red clownish hair is sitting on me. I don’t remember what he says, though it probably contributes to his terror. I think he wants to give me a lap dance.
-Kimbo and I are sitting on my bed. He bets his dick is bigger than mine. I say OH YEAH? and he’s like YEAH and I’m like WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT and he’s like LET’S ROCK. Nothing actually comes of this.
-I am lying in bed, when two dudes come, each playing a DS. One of them is playing Mario & Luigi. That boyish girl from the twelfth floor comes in with her DS. I can’t locate mine, and wonder if one of them has stolen it
-This last one was absolutely convincing. I’m yelling to myself about something or other, while my roommate Alex, who is lying in his bed under the covers, jeers at me and my vain attempt at living. I tell him to shut up, and he starts laughing echoingly and manically. I yell at him YOU’RE NOT EVEN HERE THIS WEEKEND! YOU’RE AT HOME!! and rip the covers off the bed to reveal nobody. My vision blurs and slowly breaks away to the image of the ceiling as I wake up in a cold sweat.
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