On the first-floor landing of my apartment building there's a dish that is always full of candy. This month it's Hershey's Kisses, presumably for Valentine's Day. I think that's nice. How does that old song go? "If you can't kiss the one you love, eat a fucking piece of chocolate, asshole."

ME: I didn't know there was a Malcom X College.
HOLLY: There sure is. Do you want to go to school there?
ME: I do now. Do you think they'd accept me?
HOLLY: Have you seen Soul Man?

Much as I love driving all over the city with my strange boss, installing and uninstalling various signage and listening to his stories about Nam, it looks as if I am already lined up for a career change. In a week I'll start at a large, imposing law firm that takes up a bazillionty floors of the Bank One building downtown. The perks are that it pays well and has lots of benefits; the downside is that it's a law firm. The next step is to go to H&M this weekend and by some work clothes. Yes!

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