Journal 64

Joshua and I took the long way back to Bear Country. I was in no hurry to get home. Joshua and I played a game of kicking the can down Preston Street. Joshua is good but I can hold my own. There were only a couple of times when I had to go and retrieve the can because it got by me. I don’t think I have laughed this much in a long time.

The followers of Aloysius were parading around town. Their parade looked much like the Mardi Gras parades I have seen in the history books in the media center. The followers of Aloysius looked like they were having a tremendous amount of fun, so Joshua and I joined their ranks for a couple of blocks. The parade passed Hyatt’s arcade. Joshua and I dropped out of the parade and went inside for a couple of drinks and a round of pool. The Hyatt’s guards almost didn’t let us in. The followers of Aloysius like to preach and scare away Hyatt’s customers. They are not good for business. Joshua and I had to swear we were not followers of Aloysius, and we had to promise not to begin preaching while in the Arcade.

By the time we reached Bear Country, it was late. I offered to make a bed for Joshua to sleep in, but he insisted he needed to go home. After a kiss on the cheek, we said goodnight.