Feels Like Shreveport, Class of '06

1. Mochila, Stephanie, and I are meeting you for a group vacation in a place that feels like Louisiana, though I have no indication that this is where we are. We are eating at a buffet, discussing what we will wear when we pick you up. Stephanie suggests I wear my David Lynch outfit, which turns out to be a spandex dress in a blue cloud print.

2. A stranger is masturbating very quietly in bed next to me. I understand that this person went to my high school about ten years after I graduated. I pretend to be asleep so as not to disturb him.