2000 September 2 Saturday

In New Jersey and New York, I have something I never know in Utah: a weekend. I labor a lot and sleep a little on weekdays; on weekends, I relax.

I am a fish.

I pass the day entirely in Edgewater. When I board the New York-bound bus, the rain falls harder.

I descend at Edgewater Commons. My shorts are soaked.

The McDonald's doors are locked, so I walk through the drive-thru.

When I want something, nothing stops me.