5.5.02. 12.15am.
the boy who would not grow up.
our hero sat at his writing desk, petting his raven on the head, for upwards of three quarters of an hour before giving up.
"well!" he garumphed. "it was a good idea for a title, at any rate."
"no it wasn't," replied the raven. "you stole it from the show you saw tonight."
"well, i wish i were," he muttered. "bless you," he added, for the benefit of the be-sneezed woman in the next room.
"no you don't," replied the contradictory bird. "you understood the tragedy of peter pan. he doesn't change, and it is awful. he's happy, but everyone else eventually moves on."
"well, he's happy at least."
"at what price?"
"well, it's a moot point anyway. i can't stay in college forever - i don't think i would even want to."
"then why are you staying in providence?"
"that's different!" he cried. with that, he seized a passing cliché, and bludgeoned his rooky friend to death. quoth the raven, "i hate you."
with only his vaguely melancholy french concertina music to keep him company, our hero began to feel slightly disturbed at the bloody mass of feathers that graced his desk, and decided a walk might be in order. with top hat and walking stick in hand, forth he sallied boldy, ready to find truth, inspiration, and the secret of life some time in the coming fifteen minutes. he sat by the river of fire and read swedish tragedy. he watched various people pretend to be other people. he tried to sing, but failed, as he had left his voice at the cinema the previous evening.
finally, smelling of smoke and chicken kebobs, he mounted the hill and journeyed home. he stopped for a quick scamper up his favorite tree and a secret agent mission through the mysterious science lab, but nothing allayed his feelings of dispondancy or his proclivity for using vocabulary words unnecessarily. wondering what he is supposed to feel and knowing the things he is supposed to do, our would-be hero foregoes all wisdom to tap away into the night with alice, the only girl he knows he can count on tonight.
rest easy.