It all started with a shout. “We’re throwing a party!” One housemate had decided the group’s future.
The words were well received and a party was planned, scheduled and promoted. College had promised the best four years of their lives, and these housemates were going to make that happen.
The party proved to be the first and last at the house on Kemper street. The reasons for this were cataloged in a journal known in the house as “The Book of Questions.” These were not questions they intended to answer, but phrases that made the residents of the little commune ask questions. Phrases overheard the night of the party, as revelers were allowing themselves to become their true selves, as inhibition died and realness took hold.
Phrases that made the good people of Kemper Street question everything.
Here are selections from The Book of Questions:
“You don’t even know who Bon Jovi is.”
“Yeah, but what does Vampire Weekend really mean?”
“I don’t recycle, I just cycle. I’m ride or die to the core.”
“Call it bean juice.”
“Clothes Pin is my wrestling alter-ego.”
“I’m thinking of minoring in mining.”
“That’s exactly what I mean! Quantum Leap is just a fever dream of a dying man.”
“I bet the Kool Aid man would know.”
“Mozart would kick Godzilla’s butt.”
“My Insta is nothing but pictures of donkeys and I don’t know how that happened. Well, I do, but I one weird weekend shouldn’t destroy the entire explore algorithm.”
“Placemats are elitist.”
“Why don’t we just put permafrost in the freezer for a while?”
“Veggie hot dogs saved my life. Killed my cat, but saved my life.”
“If I had a nickle for every time I had to defend juggling…I could at least buy a six pack.”
“Cheese dip or GTFO, Chad!”
“My initiation involved running over LEGOs and I kinda’ liked it.”
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