“You were at Harvard!,” Dr. Kerber says with mock astonishment. “And then I get an e-mail from you saying you’re in D.C.,” he continues as we make our way out of the cafe. The three of us – me, Kerber, and Tim, the Borzoi dog, -- walked in unison down a busy sidewalk in the most powerful city in the world. I reckon only one of us was truly at peace with their place in the world and he wore a leash.

“So just what the hell happened?”

“I tried to do the right thing,” I said with a shrug, as though that were all that needed to be said. But I told him the full story anyway.

“I joined the campaign staff about a month or so back. I thought I could take a semester off of school, contribute to something bigger than myself by getting involved in politics and policy—you know, make an impact.”

He laughed.

“Yeah, naïve, I know. But, I went after it anyway. So I’m working on the campaign in Charlottesville, Virginia, right? And there’s… something both infuriating and insulting about being black in that city and having all these constant reminders that motherfuckers who make your skin crawl are exalted as heroes.”

He laughed again.

“Oh, and I’m also seeing a woman who lives not too far away. She’s actually the reason I moved to Virginia in the first place, and not Iowa. We had a talk abothe same time.ut marriage and---“

“Wait, wait, wait a second,” Dr. Kerber says as he and Tim come to a complete stop and turn to look at me. “There’s a woman in this story? C’mon, Jonathan, you know better than that. You know they ruin everything,” he says with a facetious grin before continuing: “My wife’ll tell you when we get home!”

I hadn’t taken note of it during the course of our trek, but our surroundings grew progressively rural as we made our way toward the residential part of the district. I wasn’t entirely sure we were still in the city when we reached his front porch. Gone were the typical urbanism regulars like overpriced boutique sandwich shops and nuanced grocery stores. In their place were gas stations and chain restaurants.

“So you’re the vagabond law student I’ve heard so much about,” Dr. Kerber’s wife Alessandra said while opening the door. “Come in, come in – what can I get you? How are you feeling?”

“Tired.”

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» randomjunk on 2013-02-13 12:40:33

Welp, now that there's an actual entry here I suppose I should leave an actual comment.

Girls are such troublemakers.
» randomjunk on 2013-02-13 01:40:15

Women are bad news, bro.

Very weird to read about myself, only as a male dog-owner in Washington, D.C. Though I might move to Washington, D.C. And I do need a dog.

Not looking to change into a male any time soon.

~Dr. Zanzibar

-ps-- I'm always fairly certain that if my comment total exceeds 10, you must be involved somehow. ;)
» Zanzibar on 2013-02-13 05:49:00

Girls are troublemakers.

And... I really didn't mean to make it personal, what I said on the SB, sorry, feel free to strangle me or smtg.

Re: We live together but we don't live at home. We rent a house that is near to my office but not too far for him to go to work. Generally over here, we leave home when we start work too if we are from the smaller towns but if we are brought up and raised in the capital, we mostly won't move out till we are married.
» Nuttz on 2013-02-13 06:03:03

There's lots of stuff in Va that makes your skin crawl if you're not from here. It's amazing.
» ikimashokie on 2013-02-13 09:33:26

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