Spectacle of Participation


My senior 12 months of high college we worked in a restaurant. The bus was taken by me here after college and took bagels to consume before my changes, 3 PM to 11 PM many evenings. We came across a guy there—let’s call him Mike. I became 16 once we came across; he had been 25. We became 18 as he took us to their destination after work one evening, poured us rum and Cokes before the movie stars spun over the roof where we sat, after which picked me up and carried me down seriously to their room. Continue reading