Diane Arbus

My legs were covered in white fur that pulled off really easily. I yanked out huge swaths of it and discovered my legs were dark purple underneath. Mortified, I vowed never to go that long without shaving again.

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Matt and I were driving to his dad's house in Iowa. We stopped at a gas station in southern Minnesota. The cashier tried to imply Matt was gay because all he bought was an energy drink and a map of Iowa-- no porn. I overheard another girl there talking to the cashier about her boyfriend's addiction to child porn. She was planning on calling the police to raid him.

A few minutes later we got to a large city that Matt said was Des Moines. I hadn't remembered it being that close to the MN border. He pointed out that the river was low because there had a been a drought. The drought was hurting his family's farm. He pulled off to the side of the road so I could drive. The gas pedal disappeared and was replaced by a foot treadmill, which you had to run on to make the car go anywhere. We slowly trudged up the hill as I attempted to run as fast as I could. When we crested we picked up speed and I started driving like I usually do in dreams: I had no control of the car and we repeatedly came within inches of accidents.