I walked out of my dorm and saw Nutter outside in the stairwell dressed in a military uniform and went out to say hello. when i walked outside, i realized he was standing on a balcony waving and the masses of adoring citizens. there were streamers everywhere and bands playing anthems and everyone was wearing red or black.
i stopped and said "hey, what's going on?"
he replied, "nothing much, you?" like it was normal. i think he was wearing a beret.
"nothin'." i stood, deadfaced, wondering what the fuck was going on.
"Hey, you goin to the gym later?"
"Yeah, you might see me down there later. i gotta like, wave to my subjects and all first."
"yeah, i understand."
"man, i could really go for some grapes about now."
"yeah, those would be pretty good."
"yeah. oh well, later!" he turned and i saw him giving an impassioned speech to a legion of saluting people as i walked away.
that was my first night on lexapro after a good while.