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The top of mountain didn’t have any homes, but was filled with office buildings. I wanted to go home but Everyday Yeah had to use the bathroom. We went on an expedition and inside an igloo we were surprised to find they had indoor plumbing, but strangely there was only a urinal. For everything else the body might want to get rid of there was a bucket. The office had a community refrigerator. That’s where the igloo was. It was odd to see them keep cereal in there, but I guess for some people a refrigerator seems like a perfect place to mix igloos and boxes of frosted flakes. As I waited for Everyday Yeah to finish with the urinal I thought about how unprepared I was for living on my own.

My first roommate once asked me to pick up a few things at the supermarket. When he got home he wondered me where I put the pasta as he checked the cupboards. I told him to check the refrigerator. There were no words; he just walked up to me and looked at me for a long time. Eventually, I said, “I thought it was cheaper to buy a lot.”

That roommate and I ate only pasta for a long time. The refrigerator seemed like a good place to store the 47 boxes, but my roommate decided we should probably move them to a place where they would take up the least amount of space. I took half of the boxes and put them under my bed. He filled his bookshelves. I haven’t talked to that roommate in a long time. We moved out of that place and now we live in different worlds.

When Everyday Yeah finished in the igloo we hiked down the mountain.

On our way down it sounded like the birds were singing marching tunes. I pretended my stomach was a drum for a moment, but then lost the beat.

Halfway down the mountain Everyday Yeah looked behind him. I asked what he was looking for. He mumbled that he was making sure no one was following us.

“Is anyone?”

“No,” he said. Everyday Yeah then pulled out a box of frosted flakes.

Sometimes when I was younger I would sneak down the stairs in the early morning and eat the cookies. One day my mother caught me and asked what I was doing. I said I was getting a bowl of cereal and that’s what I did. I took it back to bed and then fell asleep. When I woke up I had a milk mustache to go with the milky beard on my face and the milk chest hair. My right eyelid had a frosted flake stuck to it and when I tried getting it open it got stuck under my eyelid. An ambulance was called and my mother said, “Don’t ever lie to me again.”

Everyday Yeah ate the frosted flakes by the handful.