i would have slept with him

I was at a summer camp in the hills somewhere. I wasn't sure whether I was counselor or camper, but I didn't feel confused. Everybody hiked up into the mountains to see a black, plastic corpse. It was outfitted like a samurai from what I could tell.

Later I was on the street somewhere in Chicago or someplace like that, in front of a tall building of glass and steel. It's reflection of the sun wasn't blinding, it was pleasant like a sunset. Pretty soon people started pouring out of the building, and it became clear that there was some sort of protest going on. So I started making a sign on posterboard. One read "Keep Your Hands Off My Fucked Up Healthcare!" The other was something like "I would have slept with President Obama, but his change was too big and too fast." Reed, Alex, and some other cats were having a conversation of about a more "civil" version of libertarianism. Someone mentioned Jefferson. The image came to me at least. Then I realized that I was in between two enormous cement walls that were closing in on me and one another. I reached to the top and pulled myself up with one arm. I started thinking about what my Halloween costume would be this year.