Chapter 9 Excerpt - Liv picks some low-hanging fruit at the comic shop where Sammy works. She arrived too early to pick Sammy up from her shift at the comic shop, so she parked and strolled down the avenue for a soda. The days of the week had blurred together for her, now that school was no longer the larger structure of timekeeping in her life. She wondered if this was what older people felt, in their post-college years. Even so, she enjoyed the permeating Sundayness of a la

"There are these two young fish swimming along, and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says, 'Morning, boys, how's the water?' And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes, 'What the hell is water?'" -D.F.W., Commencement Speech, Kenyon College, May 21, 2005 * I had a dream that we went walking, David Foster Wallace and I In great detail we were talking The Pale King smi