1: The green couch on level 3 of the university library. It’s 11 a.m. and I take a nap because I’m done with class for the day.
2: The living room carpet of 305 East 4th Street. My mom reads Junie B. Jones aloud. Her gentle spirit is evident in each voweled sound that comes from her mouth.
3: The table that seats most (or all?) 12 members of the family. We eat ham sandwiches with mustard. No plates. I drizzle the mustard on my ham in the shape of the digit 3. It’s my third sandwich.
4: The bedroom carpet of my shared bedroom. It’s 1:30 a.m., after my shift. I finish my 100th situp of the night. My stomach is chiseled despite the 2 apple pies I ate a half hour prior outside the back door of McDonalds.
5: A small room in the basement of a downtown St. Cloud building. I’m walking and falling down and getting back up. I’m happy and light and with my friends and the most in touch with the Spirit. I like church mostly for the pleasure. I’ll learn later that whiskey is more consistent.