“At least something got to suck on them.”
“At least something got to suck on them.”There was never a chance to relax, to stop swimming upstream and grab a rock, an overhanging branch and just catch your breath. In the beginning they were both neck deep into school and it was fun to sit across from each other in the library and after making eyes at each other maybe get frisky and sneak a quickie back where they kept the microfiche that no one ever used. As Lydia’s course load became heavier, Marvin’s lightened up, and he breezed through with a Masters in American History. It was a degree built on the whitewashing of most if not all of the significant events of the last 300 years. If Marvin could be backed into a corner to acknowledge what the textbooks taught was subjective and largely fab
