I'm out of the sun, in shorts and a t-shirt, but sweating like my brother Richard after a coffee. My fancy bits are murky and musty and screaming to be let out.

The campus is covered in unnecessary construction projects. Someone in the administration is making a lot of money in kickbacks.

"Piss off." I say, as I have to step to the side to avoid his hand.

"Please don't edit it." I say, "The last lady removed my mole."

"And your grades are good, have you started thinking about your next step? Are you looking for a job, or thinking about grad school?"

My wife likes stirring shit up.

Pooh-sticks is a game Pooh and Piglet play by throwing sticks off the upstream side of the bridge and seeing whose stick shows up downstream first.

"Then YOU chase it," I say, giving her my stick.