TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE, March 7, 1968

[UNIT: EXPONENTS & LOGARITHMS]

I remember the day when Prudence first entered the apartment. She Came Through The Bathroom Window. She took Max’s place as a roomie for a while, but things got weird when Lucy got here. So she had a talk with Sadie about it and the sweet person Sadie was, generously gave her a room for a while. Prudence on the other hand didn’t take it too well. She despised being so dependent on everyone. She told me and Luce the story about how she wound up in New York City in the first place after hitchhiking from Ohio. She dropped out of high school and moved in with her boyfriend who later abused her and nearly stole everything.

All Prudence had now was the $750 she invested in the bank. The teller said that the money she invested earned interest at the rate of 9%, compounded continuously. How long will it take for the investment to triple? Quadruple?

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Of course all she had wasn’t quite enough to make it on her own, but that’s why she had us; her friends. She locked herself in the closet and we did nothing but try to make her day. We also went down to see what the commotion was all about. It was the peace march against the war. The man on the megaphone was Paco. Sure, he was doing it for a great cause, but I had a hunch about this guy. Unfortunately, Lucy was so captivated by his movement. She went to their offices and decided to become a part of their revolution. I wasn’t comfortable with it, but I can only do so much.

On the brighter side of the day, Sadie invited us to a gala that promoted a book by Doctor Robert. I Am The Walrus it was called.

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.

That’s all I remember, really. I remember the night in flashes. First we’re at some party for a book and now we’re in some field watching a circus that Prudence was in. Where were we? Dr. Robert abandoned us for California and didn’t have the courtesy to bring us back to New York. But I’ll say one thing. That was some dream. Psychedelic…Water…Grass…Floating.

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