Last night I played darts.  I played darts with a man.  I beat this man.  It felt good to win.  His wife watched him lose.  She was nice, but she wasn’t much help.  He seemed a little nervous that his wife was watching him lose.

I am now a graduate student in the MFA program at Brown.  There was an orientation yesterday.  I sent my girlfriend a text message last night that said, “Lots of areas in Providence smell like poop.”  I lied to her.  From what I’ve learned so far only a few areas in Providence smell bad.  One area in particular—out front of the pawn shop, next to the Asian grocery, across from McDonalds—always smells like rotting garbage.

I went to a bar in the basement of a brick building on campus to meet other people in my graduate program.  Someone had started an email chain a week ago with the subject, “Let’s meet at the graduate bar on Friday.”  A guy named Kameron gave me a nametag.  Later he said, “You’re taller than you look.”  I did not have a response for him.  I might have said something like, “Urg,” or, “Oh.”  I think it will take me about three weeks or nineteen hours before I feel comfortable talking to anyone in my grad program.

I overhead someone say, “T-pain,” and “Little Boosie.”  This person was wearing a Christmas sweater.  Later this person said something about ice cream and I said, “I once drove an ice cream truck,” and he said, “I worked in an ice cream shop.”  Then the conversation died.

Edit:  I failed to mention the unbelievable shot my opponent made.  As seen on the above picture, he stuck the dart to the board with the end of the dart that isn’t pointy.  Pretty fucking amazing.