Eva dyed parts of her hair in a blondish, brown color. I couldn't help but think back to the days we rode the Staten Island Ferry and how she celebrated my birthday.

I went to the bookstore to get Murakami's new novel that had just released today along with Archie's death issue, ate a Big Mac at McDonald's, and went home. It began to rain and I got wet.

Money is everything, I thought. That's just how society worked.