The daily Nebraskan. ([Lincoln, Neb.) 1901-current, November 21, 1991, Page 8, Image 8

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"Thanks for the present, Gloria,”
Groover said. “Pot’s perfect."
Gloria smiled slowly at Groover.
They both laughed.
Three women with long straw
hair were surrounding Gloria’s car,
knocking on the windows, thor
oughly shocking Linden. Gloria
rolled down her window, attract
ing the three straw-haired women
like water to a gravitational outlet.
“Hey," one of the women said.
She was wearing an Action Never
T-shirt with the words “Reduce
Reduce .. . Ignore" superimposed
upon it.
“Hey, Barb,” Gloria said. “W’sup?”
“Hey, they’re playing at the
benefit tonight," one of the other
women said
“Who?" Gloria asked, giggling.
"W’sup; you know, trial funk
band. Cute Peter’s little brother,
Pete, plays drums for them ."
“Cool,” Gloria said. “Who else is
playing?”
“Double Negative Stop Sign...’’
the woman said.
"Accidental Sex, Damn Straight
and Row Boat," Barb said.
“Cool," Gloria said. “Maybe we’ll
be there. How’s the protest going?"
“Fine,” Barb said, "except these
creepy guys keep following us
around.”
“That sucks,” Gloria said. “Men
are wads.”
“Yah, they arc,”
Barb said. The other two women
made affirmative noises. Gloria
smiled at Linden and Groover.
“We’ve got to go,” Gloria said.
“See ya.”
Gloria started the car, replaced
the Bob Dylan tape with a Matthew
Sweet tape, drove and honked the
horn.
“Oh, man,” Groover said. “I just
remembered this dream I had this
morning. I was walking around
downtown, and everyone I saw
was rubbing their face and talking
about how everything they diu
seemed like a dream or a movie, or
a deja vu, and yet whenever they
came to a key part,, a potential
turning point, they did the same
thing,even ifilcausedthem harm.”
“That’s a weird dream, Groover,”
Linden said.
“Yah, man, but it was cool,
because I had complete control
over my key parts and turning points.
I never feel like that.”
“Maybe that has something to
do with that teaching job you just
got,” Gloria said.
"Maybe," Groover said, smiling.
“Man, it’s going to be so weird
working."
The idea of work made Groover,
Linden and Gloria think about some
idea of the world their parents
raised them into. The pot helped
them feel more adjusted to the
world they lived in, making all
senses one.
It seemed everyone listened as
the lyrics of the song came with
blaring guitars: “I don’t know where
I’m gonna live. I don’t know if I’ll
find a place. I’d have to think about
it some. That I do not wish to face.
I guess I’m counting on his divine
intervention."
“Moments," Gloria said after
awhile. She was driving through
Downtown Cemetery and back to
Lincoln University Campus.
Linden was soon standing out
side of his 7 p.m. human sexuality
class. The doors were closed. It
was 7:05 p.m. It was 7:06 p.m. It
was 7:07 p.m. It was 7:08 p.m.
Linden left.
It was raining. Linden breathed
slowly and deeply as he walked
without a direction through the
rain. (13th in a series)